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OR, 

NEW  ORACLES  FROM  THE  POETS 


'Twas  a  volume  of  olden  time ; 
And  in  it  were  fine  mysteries  of  the  stars, 
Solved  with  a  cunning  wisdom,  and  strange  thoughts, 
Half  prophecy,  half  poetry,  and  dreams 
Clearer  than  truth,  and  speculations  wild 
That  touched  the  secrets  of  your  very  soul. 

N.  P.  WILLIS—  The  Wife's  Appeal. 


THE   SIBYL, 


HBW 


BY  -v 

CAROLINE    GILMAN, 

AUTHOR   OF    RECOLLECTIONS    OF   A   NEW    ENGLAND    HOUSEKEEPER,    RECOLLEC 
TIONS    OF    A    SOUTHERN    MATRON,    LOVE'S    PKOGRKSS,    STORIES    AND 
POEMS    FOR   CHILDREN,    VERSES    OF   A    LIFE-TIME,    ETC. 


Sometimes  he  gave  out  Oracles,  amused 
With  mortal  folly  ;  resting  on  the  shrines, 
Or,  all  in  some  fair  Sibyl's  form  infused, 
Spoke  from  her  trembling  lips  or  traced  her 
mystic  lines. 

MRS.  BROOKS— ZophiHl, 

Believe  it  or  not,  as  you  choose, 

The  doctrine  is  certainly  true, 
That  the  future  is  known  to  the  Muse, 

And  Poets  are  Oracles  too ! 

COWPER. 


NEW    YORK: 
WILEY  AND  PUTNAM,  161  BROADWAY. 

1848. 


ENTERED,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1847,  by 

WILEY    AND    PUTNAM, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for 
the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


THOMAS    B.    SMITH,    STEREOTYPER, 
216  WILLIAM  STREET,  N.  Y. 


WILLIAM   OSBORN,   PRINTER, 
TRIBUNE    BUILDINGS. 


PREFACE. 


IN  1815,  the  Preface  to  the  Oracles  from  the 
Poets,  announced,  that  another  volume  would  ap 
pear  in  the  course  of  the  year ;  but,  on  reflection,  it . 
seemed  advisable  to  defer  the  publication,  for  such 
\  poetical  accessions  as  would  lend  attraction  to  the 
work.  The  specimens  from  Browning  and  Miss 
Barrett  alone,  would  justify  the  delay,  though  their 
over- wrought  style,  like  the  neck  of  certain  classic 
vases,  is  too  attenuated  to  allow  the  uninitiated 
reader  to  get  into  the  body. 

No  answer  contained  in  the  first  volume  will  ap 
pear  in  the  Sibyl.  Eight  new  Questions  are  added. 

I  must  repeat  my  former  warning,  not  to  quote 
the  Oracles  as  exact  transcripts  of  authors,  as  it  was 
necessary  for  me  to  modify  tenses  to  frame  the  an 
swers.  Nor  must  the  answers  be  considered  as 
conveying  the  opinions  of  Poets  in  this  isolated 
form. 

The  Question,  Who  is  your  favorite  Poet  ?  spread 
|  itself  out  into  such  a  magnificent  and  extended  field 


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of  literary  labor,  that  after  selecting  one  answer  for 
each  leading  author,  enough  remain  to  furnish  a 
volume,  which  from  its  character  must  prove  an  in 
tellectual  gem. 

This  work  will  be  entitled,  Thoughts  of  Poets  on 
the  Poets,  and  will  embrace  every  passage  from  that 
fascinating  department,  of  literature  which  can  be 
gracefully  woven  into  its  pages.  Here  it  will  be 
seen  how  Milton  rivals  Shakspeare  among  his 
brethren,  how  Wordsworth  nearly  reaches  the  fame 
of  both,  while  by  some  accident  reminding  us  of 
the  lost  Pleiad,  no  notice  can  be  found  of  Shelley. 
Several  rich  minds  among  the  living  poets,  are 
kindly  supplying  for  me  such  deficiencies,  as  yet 
unpublished,  and  will  add  additional  interest  to  the 
work,  by  their  thoughts  on  their  chosen  Bards. 

I  have  endeavored  to  make  the  two  volumes  of 
the  Oracles  a  complete  work,  where  the  young  may 
become  familiar  with  something  in  an  attractive 
form  from  the  whole  range  of  Poetry,  and  where 
the  more  advanced  may  refresh  themselves  with  a 
glimpse  of  their  old  favorites,  \vhile  being  introduced 
to  the  minds  that  are  rising  around  them. 

Some  individuals  seem  alarmed  at  the  rapid  in 
crease  of  rhymers  in  the  United  States,  where  nine 
in  a  recent  number  of  the  North  American,  are  re 
viewed  at  one  swoop  ;  and  they  think  that  literature 
must  become  effeminate,  when  an  almost  undefined 


Galaxy  of  Bards  daily  swell  the  advertising  columns 
of  Great  Britain.  The  question  is  asked,  how  many 
of  all  these  will  give  oracles  to  future  years ;  and 
why  endeavor  to  cultivate  a  taste  for  such  ephem 
eral  literature  ? 

As  an  humble  student  of  the  Poets,  with  whom  I 
have  dwelt  daily  for  three  years,  I  say  no  matter  for 
their  fame.  "As  sings  a  bird  sings" — a  nation.* 
It  cannot  help  it,  and  how  beautiful  is  it  to  see  a 
people  make  a  sabbath-day  pause  for  poetry,  doff 
the  artisan's  apron,  assume  the  bay,  and  walk  forth 
with  nature,  even  though  it  may  not  reach  the 
stars. 

Let  the  stream  of  poesy,  then,  rise  where  and 
when  it  will ;  fall  over  rocks,  tend  the  field-flower, 
or  spring  up  in  fountains  ;  the  critic  may  rest  easy 
that  spots  of  verdure  will  dwell  everywhere  in  its 
track,  though  he  may  not  be  at  the  stand-point  to 
command  the  entire  view. 

*  As  sings  a  bird  sings  Lucy. 

The  New  Timon. 


CATALOGUE   OF   AUTHORS 

QUOTED    IN    THE    SIBYL. 


ADDISON 

BAILEY 

KING  ALFRED 

BRYANT 

ALFORD 

BULFINCH 

AMELIA  —  Poems  by 

BROOKS 

BROWN 

CHAUCER 

BEATTIE 

CHORLEY 

C.  BOWLES 

CHAPMAN 

BREMER 

CATULLUS 

BUTLER 

COWPER 

BARTON 

CAMPBELL 

BEAUMONT  AND  FLETCHER 

COLLINS 

BAMFYLDE 

CARLETON 

BOWLES 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH 

BARRETT 

COOK 

BYRON 

COLERIDGE 

BERANGER 

H.  COLERIDGE 

BURNS 

CASA 

BACH 

COWLEY 

BLOOMFIELD 

CRASHAW 

BARBAULD 

CRABBE 

BALLAD  Poetry  of  Ireland 

CORNWALL 

BULWER 

CUNNINGHAM 

BROWNING 

CHURCHILL 

BAYLY 

CLEAVELAND 

10 


CRESPIGNY 

FRISDIE 

CHRISTMAS  BELLS 

COOKE 

GRAY 

CITIZEN  OF  THK  WEST 

GRAHAMK 

CHARLTON 

GOLDSMITH 

CRANCH 

GRIFFIN 

W.  E.  CHANNING 

GOULD 

C.  OILMAN 

DRUMMOND 

DOWNING 

HUNT 

DANIEL 

HEMANS 

DRYDEN 

HORNE 

DECKER 

DE  Hi  LA 

DALE 

HOGG 

DANTE 

HOWITT 

D'HUXATIMS 

HOOD 

R.  H.  DA.VA 

HARTS 

M.  S.  B.  DANA 

HOMER 

DRAKE 

HILL 

DAWES 

HOME 

DENNIES 

HiLLHOUSE 

L.  DAVIDSON 

HALLECK 

HOFFMAN 

ELLIS 

HUNTINGTON 

ELLIOTT 

HERVEY 

EURIPIDES 

EDWARDS 

JONSON 

ELLET 

JOHNSON 

EMERSON 

JAMES 

FERGUSON 

KEATS 

FORD 

KEMBLE 

FALCONER 

KNOWLES 

FRANKLIN 

POLLEN 

LAMB 

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LOVEKIN 

OPIE 

LAMARTINE 

OSGOOD 

LANDOR 

LILY 

PERCY'S  RELIQUES 

LYTTLETON 

P  ATM  ORE 

LANDON 

PRAED 

LONGFELLOW 

PRIOR 

LOWELL 

POLLOK 

LEWIS 

POPE 

LUNT 

PORTER 

LORD 

POMFRET 

PERCIVAL 

MILTON 

PAYNE 

DE  MIRAVAL 

MARVEL 

Rows 

MONTGOMERY 

RAMSAY 

MOULTRIE 

ROGIERS 

MlTFORD 

DE  RONSARD 

MILLER 

ROGERS 

MlLNES 

READ 

MOTHER  WELL 

MACNEIL 

SCHILLER 

MOORE 

SMITH 

MACKAY 

SAUL,  a  Mystery 

MARSTON 

SPENSER 

MANNERS 

SOTHEBY 

MASSINGER 

SOUTHEY 

MAROT 

SlLLERY 

MORRIS 

SHELLEY 

McLELLAN 

SHAKSPEARE 

SCOTT 

NORTON 

STERLING 

QUEEN  OF  NAVARRE 

SHENSTONE 

NlCOLL 

SHEPPARD 

NEW  TIMON 

SIDNEY 

12 

SHIRLEY  TIMROD 

SPRAGUE 

SMITH  VIRGIL 

SIGOURNEY 

SIMMS  WORDSWORTH 

WILLIAMS 

THOMSON  WHITE 

A.  TENNYSON  WILSON 

C.  TENNYSON  WIELAND 

TIGHE  WATTS 

TRENCH  EARL  OF  WESTMORELAND 

TAYLOR  WALLER 

TASSO  WILCOX 

TALFOURD  WILLIS 

TOBIN  WHITTIER 
TURNER 

TUP  PER  YOUNG. 

NOTE. — Selections  from  other  authors  may  be  found  in  the  Ora 
cles  from  the  Poets,  1845 


HE  Game  of  the   Sibyl  is  composed  of   the   following 
eighteen  subjects.     The  first  division  pertains  more  par 
ticularly  to  the  person  and  affections,  the  second  to  the 
tastes. 

FIRST   PART. 

What  is  your  character  1 — Man,  Page     19 

What  is  your  character  1 — Lady,  "  31 

Description  of  your  lady-love,  "  45 

Description  of  him  who  loves  you,  "  65 

Character  of  your  lady-love,  "  77 

Character  of  him  who  loves  you,  "  91 

The  name  of  your  lady-love,  "  105 

Your  lover's  name,  "  125 

The  profession  or  occupation  of  your  lover,  "  135 

State  of  your  affections,  «  155 

Your  home,  «  181 

Your  destiny,  «  203 

SECOND   PART. 

Your  favorite  walk,  «  223 

Your  likes  and  desires,  «  243 

What  pains  or  displeases  you  1  "  257 

Trees  and  blossoms,  «  267 

Birds,  n  283 

Poets,  «  301 


DIRECTIONS 

FOR   THE    GAME    OF   THE    SIBYL. 


THE  person  who  holds  the  book  asks,  for  instance,  Shall  I  de 
scribe  your  character?  The  individual  questioned  selects  any  one 
number  under  that  head,  say  No.  4,  on  which  the  questioner  reads 
the  answer  under  No.  4  aloud. 

FOR   A    ROUND   GAME. 

It  will  be  well  to  confine  this  game  to  Part  First,  which  is  more 
personal  and  of  more  individual  interest  than  Part  Second. 

A  reader  having  been  selected,  he  calls  on  each  individual  to  \ 
choose  a  number  under  the  question  proposed,  and  reads  aloud  each 
answer  as  the  number  is  mentioned.  If  the  party  agree  to  the  ar 
rangement,  the  author  of  the  Oracle  can  be  demanded  by  the  ques 
tioner,  and  a  forfeit  paid  in  case  of  ignorance,  or  a  premium  given 
for  a  correct  answer. 

If  the  person  whose  Oracle  is  read  cannot  tell  the  author,  any 
one  of  the  party  may  be  allowed  a  trial  in  turn,  and  receive  the 
premium. 


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PART  FIRST. 


PAGE 

YOUR    CHARACTER MAN,              .             .             .  .19 

YOUR    CHARACTER LADY,                     .             .             .  •       31 

DESCRIPTION    OF    YOUR    LADY-LOVE,                 .  .       45 

DESCRIPTION    OF    HIM    WHO    LOVES    YOU,              .  65 

CHARACTER    OF    YOUR    LADY-LOVE,                   .  .       77 

CHARACTER    OF    HIM    WHO    LOVES    YOU,              .  91 

THE    NAME    OF    YOUR    LADY-LOVE,                     .  .105 

YOUR  LOVER'S  NAME,         ....  125 
THE  PROFESSION  OR  OCCUPATION  OF  YOUR 

LOVER,              ....              .  135 

THE    STATE    OF    YOUR    AFFECTIONS,           .             .  155 

YOUR    HOME,                .             .             .             ,;           .     '  .    181 

YOUR    DESTINY,               .             .             .   '  203 


2* 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  YOUR    CHARACTER? 


Well,  well !  Why  have  you  any  discretion  7  have  you  any 
eyes  ?  Do  you  know  what  a  man  is  7  Is  not  birth,  beauty, 
good  shape,  discourse,  manhood,  learning,  gentleness,  virtue,  youth, 
and  such  like,  the  spice  and  salt  that  season  a  man  1 

TROILUS  AND  CRESSIDA. 


m — 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  YOUR  CHARACTER? 
(BE  Hf3t.Ha  AH, 


H  deeper  than  thou  think'st,  I've  read  thy 
heart ! 

A  gilded  insect — to  the  world  thou  seem'st, 
The  fashion's  idol ;  person,  pen,  and  lyre, 
The  soft  devoted  darling  of  the  fair. 
By  slow  degrees  I've  found  Herculean  nerve 
Hid  in  the  tuneful  arm  :  while  hunger,  thirst, 
The  sultry  chase,  the  bleakest  mountain  bed, 
The  dark,  rough,  winter  torrent,  arc  to  thee 
But  pastime. 

HILLHOUSE — Percy's  Masque. 

2.  You  have  a  tear  for  pity,  and  a  hand 
Open  as  day  to  melting  charity. 
Yet  notwithstanding,  being  incensed,  you're  flint ; 
As  humorous  as  winter,  and  as  sudden 
As  flaws  congealed  in  the  spring  of  day. 
Your  temper,  therefore,  must  be  well  observed. 
Chide  you  for  faults,  and  do  it  reverently 
When  we  perceive  your  blood  inclined  to  mirth ; 
But  being  moody,  give  you  time  and  scope, 


^ 

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Till  that  your  passions,  like  a  whale  on  ground, 
Confound  themselves  with  working. 

Henry  Fourth. 

3.  You  disdain  the  secret  breath, 

The  whispered  tale  that  blights  a  virtuous  name. 

THOMSON. 

4.  Those  who  see  thee  in  thy  full-blown  pride, 
Know  little  of  affections  crushed  within, 

And  wrongs  which  frenzy  thee. 

TALFOURD— Ion. 

5.  Too  poor  for  a  bribe,  and  too  proud  to  importune, 
You  have  not  the  method  of  making  a  fortune. 

GRAY. 

6.  Welcome  are  you  in  hut  and  hall, 

To  maids  and  matrons,  peers  and  peasants, 
You  win  the  sympathies  of  all 

By  making  puns  and  making  presents. 

PRAED —  Quince. 

7.  An  intellect  whose  range 

Is  in  the  highest,  loveliest  sphere  of  thought, 
A  heart  above  all  fickleness  and  change 
With  its  deep  love  unbought. 

Author  of  Christmas  Dells. 

8.  You  are  not  apt  to  fall  in  sudden  love, 

Or  sudden  loathing,  without  further  reason 
Than  fancy's  humorous  promptings. 

FANNY  KEMBLE — Star  of  Seville. 


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9.  This  person  has  a  knack,  you  know, 
Of  saying  things  mal  a  propos, 
And  making  all  the  world  reflect 
On  what  it  hates  to  recollect : 
He  talks  to  misers  of  their  heir, 
To  women  of  the  times  that  were, 
To  poets  of  the  wrong  review, 
And  to  the  French  of  Waterloo. 

PRAED— Bridal  of  Bdmont. 

10.  The  kindest  man,. 

The  best  conditioned  and  unwearied  spirit 
In  doing  courtesies. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

11.  You  are  born  to  poet  uses, — 

To  love  all  things  set  above  you,  all  of  good  and  all 
of  fair. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

12.  The  orphan  child,  the  friendless  one,  the  luckless 

and  the  poor, 
Will  never  meet  your  spurning  frown,  or  leave  your 

bolted  door ; 
Your  kindred  circles  all  mankind, — your  country  all 

the  globe, 
An  honest  name  your  jewelled  star,  and  truth  your 

ermined  robe. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

13.  Truth  alone, 
Truth  tangible,  and  palpable,  such  truth 


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As  may  be  weighed  and  measured,  truth  deduced 

By  logical  conclusion,  close,  severe, 

From  premises  incontrovertible ; 

This  is  the  mistress  of  your  fond  desire, 

Your  first,  your  only  love. 

MOULTRIE — Dream  of  Life. 

14.  Reputed  wise 

For  saying  nothing. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 


15.  A  lover  gay,  and  sooth  to  tell, 

You  love  not  oft  in  vain  ; 
For  you  both  generous  are  and  brave, 
Full  rich  in  dress,  and  never  grave, 

And  sweetly  tell  your  pain. 

R.  H.  HORNE. 

16.  Born  with  as  much  nobility  as  would, 
Divided,  serve  to  make  ten  noblemen. 

SHIRLEY. 

17.  A  happy  wit  and  independent  spirit, 
And  then,  you're  brave  too  ! 

JOHN  TOBIN. 

18.  One  of  a  cold  and  constant  mind, 
Not  quickened  into  ardent  action  soon, 
Nor  prompt  for  petty  enterprise,  yet  bold, 
Fierce  when  need  is,  and  capable  of  all  things. 

TAYLOR— Philip  Van  Artcvclde. 


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I  19.    Action  }Tour  happiness,  your  judgment  clear, 
Caution  you  brand  as  foolishness  or  fear. 
Rash  and  irascible,  you  rush  like  flame 
Heedless  of  obstacle,  to  every  aim. 
Your  path  how  just  you  stay  not  to  inquire, 
The  effectual  and  the  shortest  your  desire. 

SHARON  TURNER — Richard  the  Third. 

20.  A  gentleman  of  the  greatest  promise  that  ever  came 

into  my  note. 

Winter's  Tale. 

21.  There  can  be  no  kernel  in  this  light  nut;  the  soul 

of  this  man  is  his  clothes. 

All's  Well  that  ends  Well. 

22.  Is  not  he 

Of  noble  nature  the  chief  handiwork, 
Whose  manliness  e'er-towering  other  men, 
Hath  all  the  soul  of  woman  tempering  it  ? 

SAUL — A  Mystery. 

23.  A  well  accomplished  youth, 
Of  all  that  virtue  love  for  virtue  loved  ; 

Most  power  to  do  maids  harm,  least  knowing  ill. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

24.  I  warrant  thou  art  a  merry  fellow,  and  carest  for 

nothing. 

Twelfth  Night. 


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25.  Good  resolves  a  moment  hot, 
Fairly  begun  but  finished  not. 

PERCIVAL. 

26.  Vigorous  in  health,  of  hopeful  spirits,  untouched 
By  worldly-mindedness,  or  anxious  care, 
Observant,  thoughful,  studious,  and  refreshed 
By  knowledge  gathered  up  from  day  to  day. 

WORDSWORTH. 

27.  You  have  undone  three  tailors  ! 

As  You  Like  It. 

28.  Glad  to  be  hid  and  proud  to  be  forgot. 

DR.  JOHNSON. 

29.  'Tis  much  you  dare, 

And  to  that  dauntless  temper  of  your  mind 
You  add  a  wisdom,  that  doth  guide  your  valor 
To  act  in  safety. 

Macbeth. 

30.  This  gentleman  will  out- talk  us  all ! 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

31.  You  can  distinguish  and  divide 

A  hair  'twixt  south  and  southwest  side. 

BUTLER— Hudibras. 

32.  You  have  rais'd  a  pile 

To  wisdom,  and  there  worship,  and  there  keep 
Habitual  court,  and  every  morn  and  night 


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Light  up  pure  incense  at  the  holy  shrine, 
And  take  another  step  toward  heaven  and  God. 

BOWRING. 

33.  You  do  nothing  but  talk  of  your  horse  ! 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

34.  Thou  art  too  wild,  too  rude,  and  bold  of  voice ; 
Parts  that  become  thee  happily  enough, 

And  in  such  eyes  as  ours  appear  not  faults ; 

But  where  thou  art  not  known,  why  there  they  show 

Something  too  liberal. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

35.  With  a  noble  nature  and  great  gifts 

Are  you  endowed  ;  courage,  discretion,  wit, 
An  equal  temper. 

TAYLOR. 

36.  Full  of  those  dreams  of  good  that  vainly  grand 
Haunt  the  young  heart. 

MOORE. 

37.  As  your  years  flow  on,  intelligence 
Glows  on  your  mind,  and  winning  eloquence 
Flows  from  your  tongue,  you  stand  erect  and  can 
Glory  in  all  the  pride  and  power  of  man. 

BOWRINO. 

38.  You  give  yourself  to  painful  study  ; 
And  patient  searching  after  hidden  lore 

Shall  wring  some  bright  truth  from  its  prism ;  the 
morn 


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Shall  break  on  your  pent-room,  and  dwindling  lamp, 
And  scattered  papers,  and  unfinished  scrawl. 

B  R  o  WNI  NG — Paracelsus. 

39.  Resolute 

In  love  as  in  all  other  qualities — 
Having  no  changeful  mood,  earnest  in  all, 
Unvarying  as  the  needle  and  as  true. 

SIMMS. 

40.  You  are  true,  and  you  are  bold, 
Full  of  mirth  as  you  can  hold  ; 
Through  the  world  you  break  your  way, 
With  jest,  and  laugh,  and  lightsome  lay. 

TAYLOR—  Edwin  the  Fair. 

41.  A  spirit  that  on  life's  rough  sea 
Loves  to  have  your  sails  filled  with  a  lusty  wind, 
Even  'till  your  sail-yards  tremble,  your  masts  crack, 
And  your  rapt  ship  run  on  her  side  so  low, 

That  she  drinks  water,  and  her  keel  ploughs  air. 
GEORGE  CHAPMAN — Byron^s  Conspiracy. 

42.  One  says  "you're  a  victim  of  Cupid," 
Another  "your  conduct's  too  bad," 
A  third,  "you  are  awfully  stupid," 

A  fourth,  "you  are  perfectly  mad." 

G.  P.  MORRIS. 

43.  Angelina.  Can  he  speak,  sir  ? 
Miramont.  Faith,  yes,  but  not  to  women. 

His  language  is  to  heaven  and  heavenly  wonders, 
To  nature,  and  her  dark  and  secret  causes. 


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Angelina.  And  does  he  speak  well  there  ? 
Miramont.  Oh,  admirably, 
But  he's  too  bashful  to  behold  a  woman. 

BKAUMONT  AND  FLETCHER — The  Elder  Brother. 

44.  A  man  of  sovereign  parts  you  are  esteemed  ; 
Well  filled  in  the  arts,  glorious  in  arms ; 
Nothing  becomes  you  ill,  that  you  would  will. 
The  only  soil  of  your  fair  virtue's  gloss, 

(If  virtue's  gloss  will  stain  with  any  soil,) 
Is  a  sharp  wit  matched  with  too  blunt  a  will, 
Whose  edge  hath  power  to  cut,  whose  will  still  wills 
It  should  spare  none  that  come  within  its  power. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

45.  Of  as  tried  courage 

As  ever  walked  up  to  the  roaring  throat 
Of  a  deep  ranged  artillery. 

TOBIN. 

40.  God  on  thee 

Abundantly  his  gifts  hath  richly  poured, 
Inward  and  outward  both,  his  image  fair. 

MILTON — Paradise  Lost. 

47.  Deaf  to  mad  ambition's  call, 

You  shrink  to  hear  the  obstreperous  voice  of  fame  ; 
Supremely  blessed,  if  to  your  portion  fall 
Health,  competence,  and  peace. 

B  R  A  TTI  E — Minstrel. 


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48.  This  is  a  fellow, 

Who  having  been  praised  for  bluntness,  doth  affect 
A  saucy  roughness. 

King  Lear. 

49.  There  is  a  steadfast  and  a  fixed  nature, 
'Gainst  which  the  tide  of  passion  and  desire 
Breaks  harmless  as  the  water  o'er  the  rock  ; 
And  the  rich  light  of  beauty  shines  alone 
On  thy  soul's  surface,  leaving  all  beneath  it 
Unmoved,  and  cold  as  subterranean  springs : 
Love  hath  no  power  o'er  spirits  such  as  thine. 

FANNY  KEMBLE — Star  of  Seville. 

50.  You  cannot  stoop 

To  honors  that  bring  shame  and  baseness  with  them. 

HILL — Zara. 

51.  Thou  hast  a  tender  soul,  apt  for  compassion, 
And  art  thyself  a  lover  and  a  friend. 

ROWE —  Tamerlane. 

52.  Over  exquisite 

To  cast  the  fashion  of  uncertain  evils. 

MILTON — Comus. 


SHALL   I   DESCRIBE   YOUR   CHARACTER? 


Pause  not,  gentle  lady,  now, 

Awful  hands  have  marked  thy  brow. 

STERLING — Joan  D'Arc. 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  YOUR  CHARACTER? 
H.A1Y, 


'OU  love  deep  musings,  and  your  ardent  soul 
Oft  leaps  from  heaven  to  earth  in  reverie. 

MRS,  DOWNING — Satan  in  Love. 

2.  You  love  your  fireside  and  hate  gadding. 

J.  H.  PAYNE. 

3.  A  bud  that  is  born  for  Summer's  soft  skies, 
But  left  to  stern  Winter  imfoldeth  and  dies. 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

4.  The  tear  whose  source  you  could  not  guess, 
The  deep  sigh  that  seemed  fatherless, 

Were  yours  in  early  days. 

WORDSWORTH. 

5.  Smiles  you  have  that  tell  of  sunny  feeling, 
Only  smiles  like  yours  such  feeling  tell ; 
Touch  the  chord  of  grief,  and  at  the  spell, 
Tears  of  love  and  innocence  are  stealing. 

J.  G.  PERCIVAL. 

6.  The  queen  of  loveliness,  thou  art  no  less 
The  queen  of  modesty  and  maiden  grace. 

W.  G.  SIMMS. 


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7.  Whether  is  your  beauty  by  your  words  divine, 

Or  are  your  words  sweet  chaplain  to  your  beauty  ? 
Like  as  the  wind  doth  beautify  a  sail, 
And  as  a  sail  becomes  the  unseen  wind, 
So  do  your  words  your  beauties,  beauty  words. 
AUTHOR  UNKNOWN — Edward  the  Third,  1507. 

8.  You  talk  of  politics  or  prayers, 

Of  Southey's  prose,  or  Wordsworth's  sonnets  ; 
Of  daggers  or  of  dancing  bears, 
Of  battles  or  the  last  new  bonnets. 

PRAED— Belle  of  the  Ball. 

9.  In  your  utmost  lightness  there  is  truth, — and  often 

you  speak  lightly, 

And  you  have  a  grace  in  being  gay,  which  mourn 
ers  even  approve ; 

For  the  root  of  some  grave  earnest  thought  is  un- 
derstruck  so  rightly, 

As  to  justify  the  foliage  and  the  waving  flowers 
above. 

Miss  BARRETT—  The  Lady  Gcraldine. 

10.  A  maiden  meek,  with  solemn,  steadfast  eyes 

Full  of  eternal  constancy  and  faith, 
And  smiling  lips,  through  whose  soft  portal  sighs 

Truth's  holy  voice,  with  every  balmy  breath, 
So  journey  you  along  life's  crowded  way, 

Keeping  your  soul's  sweet  counsel  from  all  sio-ht; 


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Nor  pomp,  nor  vanity,  lead  you  astray, 

fair,  J 
FANNY  KEMBLE. 


Nor  aught  that  men  call  dazzling,  fair,  and  bright. 


11.  Pure,  pure  is  your  maiden  heart, 

And  ne'er  a  thought  o'  sin 
Durst  venture  there — an  angel  dwells 
Its  borders  a'  withm. 

NlGOLL. 

12.  A  woman  like  a  German  clock, 
Still  a-repairing. 

Lwc's  Labor  Lost. 

13.  One  never  known  to  rove 

On  gossip's  errand,  slanderous  tales  to  bear 
From  house  to  house. 

MRS.  ELLIS— Irish  Girl. 

14.  A  mind  whose  chords,  like  the  ^Eolian  harp, 
Respondeth  to  the  lightest  breeze  that  sighs. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — The  Garden. 

15.  Thou,  lady,  in  the  prime  of  earliest  youth 

Wisely  hast  shunned  the  broad  way  and  the  green, 
And  with  those  few  art  eminently  seen, 
That  labor  up  the  hill  of  heavenly  truth. 

MILTON. 

16.  Thou  dost  live  for  others,  thou  hast  found 
Thyself  most  blest  when  all  were  blest  around. 

S.  G.  BULFINCH. 


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17.  You  are  a  riddle — solve  you  who  can. 

KNOWLES — Love  Chase. 

18.  Such  cheerful  modesty,  such  humble  state, 
Moves  certain  love,  but  with  as  doubtful  fate, 
As  when,  beyond  our  greedy  reach,  we  see 
Inviting  fruit  on  too  sublime  a  tree. 

WALLER. 

19.  Thou  art  most  fair!  but  thine  is  loveliness 
That  dwells  not  only  on  the  lip  or  eye ; 
Thy  beauty  is  the  pure  heart's  holiness, 
Thy  grace  the  lofty  spirit's  majesty. 

FANNY  KEMBLE. 

20.  You  are  the  pride 
Of  your  familiar  sphere — the  daily  joy 

Of  all  who  on  your  gracefulness  may  gaze, 
And  in  the  light  and  music  of  your  way, 
Have  a  companion's  portion. 

N.  P.  WILLIS. 

21.  The  hand  that  hath  made  you  fair,  hath  made  you 

good  :  the  goodness  that  is  cheap  in  beauty  makes 
beauty  brief  in  goodness ;  but  grace  being  the 
soul  of  your  complexion,  should  keep  the  body  of 
it  ever  fair. 

Measure  for  Measure. 

22.  Have  I  not  seen  thy  needle  plied 

With  as  much  ready  glee, 


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As  if  it  were  thy  greatest  pride 

A  sempstress  famed  to  be  ? 
Have  I  not  ate  pies,  puddings,  tarts 

And  bread — thy  hands  have  kneaded, 
All  excellent — as  if  those  arts 

Were  all  that  thou  hadst  heeded  ? 

23.  Most  metaphysic  Miss  ! 
Who'd  win  thee  must  not  like  a  lover  look, 
But  grave  philosopher,  and  woo  by  book. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

24.  Whilst  the  world's  ambitious,  empty  cares, 
Its  small  disquietudes,  and  insect  stings 
Disturb  thee  never,  thou  art  one  made  up 
Of  feminine  affections,  and  your  life 

Is  one  full  stream  of  love  from  fount  to  sea. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

25.  Thou  art  a  golden  sentence, 
Writ  by  thy  Maker. 

SHIRLEY — Love's  Cruelty. 

26.  Thou  art  like  that  which  is  most  sweet  and  fair, 
A  gentle  morning  in  the  youth  of  spring, 
When  the  few  early  birds  begin  to  sing 
Within  the  delicate  depths  of  the  fine  air. 

ELLERY  CHANNING. 

27.  Yes,  you  are  fair,  tis  plain  to  see, 

They  are  but  blind  who  should  oppose  it ; 


And  you  are  rich,  all  must  agree, 

None  can  deny  for  each  man  knows  it ; 
Virtuous  you  are,  by  every  rule, 
Who  questions  it  is  but  a  fool ; 
But  when  you  praise  yourself,  you  are, 
Neither  virtuous,  rich,  nor  fair. 

CLEMENT  MAROT. 

28.  If  at  the  wish  of  those  you  love,  you  roam 
To  the  gay  tumults  which  endear  your  home, 
Mid  brighter  fashions,  and  that  pomp  of  waste 
Which  glittering  fools  misname,  and  call  it  taste, 
Though  not  a  pearl  your  simple  hair  has  crowned, 
When  lavish  diamonds  fling  their  beams  around, 
You  smile  serene,  nor  feel  one  envy  burn, 

And  sleep  without  a  sigh  on  your  return. 

BROWN — ParMlse  of  Coquettes. 

29.  Your  ready  fingers  ply  with  equal  skill 
The  pencil's  task,  the  needle,  or  the  quill ; 
Poised  all  your  feelings,  still  composed  your  soul, 
And  subject  all  to  reason's  calm  control. 

MRS.  BAREAULD. 

30.  The  joy  of  all  you  are,  and  oft  we  deem 
We  entertain  an  angel  unawares. 

From  Christmas  Bells. 

31.  Dear  happy  girl!  if  thou  appear 

Heedless — untouched  with  awe  or  serious  thought, 
Thy  nature  is  not  therefore  less  divine ; 


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Thou  liest  in  Abraham's  bosom  all  the  year, 
And  worship'st  at  the  temple's  inner  shrine, 
God  being  with  thee  when  we  know  it  not. 

WORDSWORTH. 

32.  You  pine,  you  languish,  love  to  be  alone. 
Think  much,  speak  little,  and  in  speaking  sigh. 

DRYDEN. 

33.  Your  were  born  for  rejoicing;  a  summer  child  truly; 
And  kindred  you  claim  with  each  wild  joyous  thing ; 
The  light  frolic  breeze, — or  the  streamlet  unruly, 

Or  a  cloud  at  its  play — or  a  bird  on  the  wing. 

MRS.  ELLET. 

34.  Hate  is  not  thy  nature,  thy  whole  frame 
Is  harmony  without  one  jarring  atom. 

Ro  WE —  Tamerlane. 

35.  Wit  that  temperately  bright, 
With  inoffensive  light 

All  pleasing  shines,  nor  e'er  has  past 
The  decent  bounds  that  wisdom's  sober  hand, 
And  sweet  benevolence's  mild  command 
And  bashful  modesty  before  it  cast. 

LORD  LYTTLELON. 

36.  The  fairest  garden  in  your  looks, 
And  in  your  mind  the  wisest  books. 

COWLEY—  The  Garden, 

37.  Though  free  off  han'  your  thoughts  ye  tell, 

When  wi'  a  bosom  crony, 


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You  still  keep  something  to  yoursel' 
Ye '11  scarcely  tell  to  ony. 

BURNS. 

38.  There  is  many  an  art  to  win  and  bless 

The  cold  and  stern,  to  joy  and  gladness  warming 
The  coaxing  smile — the  frequent  fond  caress, 
The  earnest  tearful  prayer  all  wrath  disarming ; 
Full  of  a  wild  and  irrepressible  mirth, 
Like  a  young  sunbeam  to  the  gladdened  earth. 

MRS.  NORTON. 

39.  Nor  are  you  sad,  but  over  every  mood 

To  which  your  lightly  pliant  mind  gives  birth, 
Gracefully  changing  doth  a  spirit  brood 
Of  quiet  gaiety,  and  serenest  mirth. 

MlLNES. 

40.  You  seem  to  be  all  nature, 
And  all  varieties  of  things  in  one ; 

You  set  at  night  in  clouds  of  tears,  and  rise 
All  light  and  laughter  in  the  morning ;  fear 
No  petty  customs  or  appearances, 
But  think  what  others  only  dream  about ; 
And  say  what  others  do  but  think ;  and  do 
What  others  would  but  say ;  and  glory  in 
What  others  dare  but  do. 

BAILEY — Angela. 

41.  A  lady,  young,  compassionate  and  fair, 
Richly  adorned  with  every  human  grace, 


41  • 

Meek,  modest,  temperate  and  calm, 

To  virtue  ever  dear, 

O'er  all  your  noble  manner  reigns  a  charm, 

Which  universal  reverence  inspires. 

DANTC. 

42.  Thou  hast  a  heart  unstained, 

Which  boldly  struggles  still, 

And  with  a  hermit's  strength  has  unsubdued  main 
tained 
A  ceaseless  war  with  ill. 

A  pure  chaste  heart  in  thee, 
And  not  a  winged  thing, 

Which  like  a  swallow  lives  and  flits  from  tree  to  tree, 
And  can  but  love  in  spring. 

D'HUXATIME. 


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THE 

UMJUL  ©1?  raMAM 

AS    IMAGED    BY    THE    POET, 

Jrs  BeHfcateti  to 
THOMAS    SULLY,    THE    ARTIST, 

WHO   HAS   SO   SUCCESSFULLY   REALIZED   IT   IN   HIS   PAINTINGS. 


DESCRIPTION  OF  YOUR  LADY-LOVE. 


Hath  the  Fair 

Or  brown,  or  black,  or  golden  hair, 
When  one  is  Cupid-struck,  Venus  is  there  ! 

Earl  of  Westmoreland's  Olia  Sacra. 

The  forward  violet  thus  did  I  chide : — 

Sweet  thief,  whence  did  thou  steal  thy  sweet  that  smells, 

If  not  from  my  love's  breath  1     The  purple  pride 

Which  on  thy  soft  cheek  for  complexion  dwells, 

In  my  love's  veins  thou  hast  too  grossly  dyed. 

The  lily  I  condemned  for  thy  hand, 

And  buds  of  marjoram  had  stolen  thy  hair: 

The  roses  fearfully  on  thorns  did  stand, 

One  blushing  shame,  another  white  despair; 

A  third,  nor  red  nor  white,  had  stolen  of  both, 

And  to  his  robbery  had  annexed  thy  breath; 

But  for  his  theft,  in  pride  of  all  his  growth, 

A  vengeful  canker  ate  him  up  in  death. 

More  flowers  I  noted,  yet  I  none  could  see, 

But  sweet  or  color,  it  had  stolen  from  thee. 

SHAKSPEARE. 

Let  me  see  the  oracle  that  can  tell  nations  I  am  beautiful. 

Queen  of  Navarre  to  the  Troubadour. 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  YOUR  LADY-LOVE? 


EPHYRS  her  ringlets  blow  ; 
Sporting  about  her  neck  the  gold  they  twine, 
Kiss  the  soft  violet  on  her  temples  warm, 
And  eyebrow  just  so  dark  as  may  define 
Its  flexile  arch,  throne  of  expression's  charm. 

MRS.  BROOKS — Zophiel. 

2.  Her  hair  more  bright  than  are  the  morning's  beams, 
Hangs  in  a  golden  shower  of  sunny  gleams, 
And  dangling  seeks  her  forehead  for  to  cover, 
Which  seen  doth  straight  a  sky  of  milk  discover, 
With  two  fair  brows,  Love's  brows,  which  never  bend 
But  that  a  golden  arrow  forth  they  send ; 
Beneath  the  which,  two  burning  planets  glancing 
Flash  flames  of  love,  for  love  still  there  is  dancing. 
Her  either  cheek  resembleth  blushing  morn, 
Or  roses  gules  in  field  of  lilies  borne ; 
'Twixt  which  an  ivory  wall  so  fair  is  raised, 
That  it  is  but  abased  when  it 's  praised. 
Her  lips  like  rows  of  coral  soft  do  swell, 
And  th'  one  like  th'  other  only  doth  excel : 
The  Tyrian  fish  looks  pale,  pale  look  the  roses, 
The  rubies  pale,  when  mouth,  sweet  cherry,  closes. 

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Her  chin  like  silver  Phoebe  doth  appear 
Dark  in  the  midst,  to  make  the  rest  more  clear; 
Her  neck  seems  framed  by  curious  Phidias'  master, 
Most  smooth,  most  white,  a  piece  of  alabaster. 

WILLIAM  DRCMMOND. 

3.  Oh,  the  rose  is  like  her  ruby  lip, 

And  the  lily  like  her  skin  ; 
And  her  mouth  like  a  faulded  violet, 
With  tlie  scented  breath  within. 

NICOLL. 

4.  One 
Whose  beauty  does  astonish  the  survey 

Of  richest  eyes ;  whose  words  all  ears  take  captive  ; 
Whose  dear  perfection,  hearts  that  scorn  to  serve, 
Humbly  call  mistress. 

AlPs  Well  that  ends  Well. 

5.  A  laughing  light,  a  tender  grace 
Sparkle  in  beauty  round  her  face ; 

And  her  step  is  as  light  as  the  breezy  air 
When  it  bends  the  morning  flowers  so  fair. 

WM.  CARLETON — Ballad  Poetry  of  Ireland. 

6.  That  bright  lady's  eye,  methinks,  hath  less 
Of  deep,  and  still,  and  pensive  tenderness, 
Than  might  beseem  thy  love's ; — upon  her  brow 
Something  too  much  there  sits  of  native  scorn, 
And  her  smile  kindles  with  a  conscious  glow, 
As  from  the  thought  of  sovereign  beauty  born. 

HEMANS. 


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7.  Oh  still  her  air,  her  face,  each  charm, 
Bespeak  a  heart  with  feeling  warm, 

While  mind  informs  the  whole  ; 
With  mind  her  mantling  cheek  doth  glow, 
Her  voice,  her  beaming  eye,  still  show 

An  all-inspiring  soul. 

FRISBIE. 

8.  When  first  I  saw  her, 

Her  dark  and  eloquent  eyes,  mild,  full  of  fire, 
'Tvvas  heaven  to  look  upon ;  and  her  sweet  voice 
As  tunable  as  harp  of  many  strings, 
At  once  spoke  joy  and  sadness  to  the  soul. 

ROGERS— From  Euripides. 

9.  Oh,  to  see  or  hear  her  singing !  scarce  I  know  which 

is  divinest — 
For  her  looks  sing  too — she  modulates  her  gestures 

to  the  tune  ; 
And  her  mouth  stirs  with  the  song,  like  song ;  and 

when  the  notes  are  finest, 
Tis  the  eyes  that  shoot  out  vocal  light,  and  seem  to 

swell  them  on. 
Miss  BARRETT — T/ie  Lady  Geraldin^s  Courtship. 

10.  But  who  is  this  ?  what  thing  of  sea  or  land ; 
Female  of  sex  it  seems, 
That  so  bedecked,  ornate,  and  gay, 
Comes  this  way  sailing 
Like  a  stately  ship, 
With  all  her  bravery  on,  and  tackle  trim, 


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Sails  filled,  and  streamers  waving, 
An  amber  scent  of  odorous  perfume 
Her  harbinger. 

MILTON — Samson  Agonistes. 

11.  Time  has  just  matured  each  perfect  grace, 
And  opened  all  the  wonders  of  her  face. 

YOUNG — Farce  of  Religion. 

12.  Upon  her  brow  in  simple  majesty 

Peace  reigns,  and  meekness  in  her  downcast  eye ; 
A  pensive  contemplation  marks  her  mien, 
As  though  she  communed  with  a  world  unseen. 
CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH—  Osric. 

13.  If  one  had  seen  that  tender  cheek, 

Those  eyes  of  melting  blue, 
He  would  not  have  thought  in  a  thing  so  weak 
Such  a  fiery  spirit  grew. 

PRAED —  Troubadour. 

14.  Who  has  not  looked  upon  her  brow, 

Has  never  dreamt  of  perfect  bliss, 
But  once  to  see  her  is  to  know 

What  beauty — what  perfection  is. 
Her  charms  are  of  the  growth  of  Heaven, 

She  decks  the  night  with  hues  of  day ; 
Blest  are  the  eyes  to  which  'tis  given 

On  her  to  gaze  the  soul  away, 

PIERRE  ROGIERS. 


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15.  The  beauteous  wo  that  charms  like  shaded  light, 
The  cheek  yet  young,  that  knows  no  youthful  bloom, 
Well  suiteth  her  dark  brow  and  forehead  white : 

„  And  in  the  sad  endurance  of  her  eye 
Is  all  that  love  believes  of  woman's  majesty. 

ELLIOTT. 

Bj 

16.  She  is  a  queen  of  noble  Nature's  crowning ; 
A  smile  of  hers  is  like  an  act  of  grace : 

She  has  no  winsome  looks,  no  pretty  frowning, 
Like  daily  beauties  of  the  vulgar  race ; 
But  if  she   smile  a  light  is  on  her  face, 
A  clear,  cool  kindliness,  a  lunar  beam 
Of  peaceful  radiance,  silvering  o'er  the  stream 
Of  human  thought  with  unabiding  glory, 
Not  quite  a  waking  truth,  not  quite  a  dream, 
A  visitation  bright  and  transitory. 

HARTLEY  COLERIDGE. 

IV.  A  cheek  where  youth 

And  blood,  with  pen  of  truth, 
Write  what  the  reader  sweetly  ru'th. 

RICHARD  CRASHAW. 

18.  Her  complexion  light 

And  gladdening ;  a  roseate  tincture  shines 
Transparent  in  its  place,  her  skin  elsewhere 
White  as  the  foam  from  which  in  happy  hour 
Sprang  the  Thessalian  Venus. 

TAYLOR—  Philip  Van  Artevelde. 


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19.  Her  chance-caught  looks  express 
An  intellectual  loveliness 

Which  make  us  turn  and  start, 
Even  when  no  outward  sign  we  trace 
Of  beauty  in  the  form  and  face, — 

Looks  kindled  from  the  heart. 

MOULTRIE — The  Dream  of  Life. 

20.  She  was  younger  once  than  she  is  now, 
And  prettier  of  course.     I  do  not  mean 

To  say  that  there  are  wrinkles  on  her  brow  ; 
Yet  to  be  candid,  she  is  past  eighteen — 
Perhaps  past  twenty — but  the  girl  is  shy 
About  her  age,  and  Heaven  forbid  that  I 
Should  get  myself  in  trouble  by  revealing 
A  secret  of  this  sort. 

HALLECK — Fanny. 

21.  At  such  bright  eyes  the  stars  do  light  themselves; 
At  such  a  forehead  swans  renew  their  white, 
From  such  a  lip  the  morning  gathers  blushes. 

SHIRLEY—  The  Coronation. 

22.  A  slender  form  where  childhood's  bounding  grace 
Contendeth  yet  with  woman's  richer  beauty. 

Pocahontas.     By  a  Citizen  of  the  West. 

23.  A  woman  like  a  dew-drop,  she's  so  purer  than  the 

purest, 

And  her  noble  heart's  the  noblest,  yes,  and  her  sure 
faith's  the  surest : 


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And  lier  eyes  are  dark  and  humid,  like  the  depth  on  * 
depth  of  lustre 

Hid  i'  the  harebell,  while  her  tresses,  sunnier  than 
the  wild-grape  cluster, 

Gush  in  golden-tinted  plenty  down  her  neck's  rose- 
tinted  marble : 

Then  her  voice's  music — call  it  the  well's  bubbling, 
the  bird's  warble. 

BROWNING — A  IHot  on  the  Scutcheon. 

24.  Love  in  her  sunny  eyes  does  basking  play, 
Love  walks  the  pleasant  mazes  of  her  hair, 
Love  does  on  both  her  lips  forever  stray, 
And  sows  and  reaps  a  thousand  kisses  there. 

COWLEY. 

25.  Beauty  has  gone,  but  yet  her  mind  is  still 
As  beautiful  as  ever ;  still  the  play 

Of  light  around  her  lips  has  every  charm 
Of  childhood  in  its  freshness. 

PERCIVAL. 

26.  Oh  her  smile  it  seems  half  holy, 
As  if  drawn  from  thoughts  more  far 
Than  our  common  jestings  are. 
And  if  any  painter  drew  her, 

He  would  paint  her  unaware 
With  a  halo  round  her  hair. 

ELIZ.  B.  BARRETT. 

27.  Lovely  as  young,  a  childish  excellence, 
Infantile  grace,  with  archness  intermixed, 


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Plays  in  her  look,  and  sparkles  in  her  eye, 
Which  glows  with  ravishing  fires  from  a  dark  orb 
That  has  a  depth  like  heaven. 

SIMMS. 

28.  Her  either  cheek  discloses, 
Mingled  baths  of  milk  and  roses. 

BEN  JONSON. 

29.  Her  eye  is  like  the  star  of  love 

That  blinks  across  the  evening  dun, 
The  locks  that  wave  that  eye  above 

Like  light  clouds  curling  round  the  sun. 

HOGG — Queen's  Wake. 

30.  Lives  there  on  earth  a  power  like  that  which  lies 
In  those  resistless  tones,  in  those  dark  eyes  ? 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

31.  Had  lilies  eyes, 
With  glad  surprise 

They'd  own  themselves  undone, 

When  her  pure  brow 

And  neck  of  snow 
Gleam  in  the  morning  sun. 

MOTHERWELL. 

32.  A  modest  maid  deck'd  with  a  blush  of  honor, 
Whose  feet  do  tread  green  paths  of  youth  and  love, 
The  wonder  of  all  eyes  that  look  upon  her, 
Sacred  on  earth,  designed  a  saint  above. 

DANIEL. 


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33.  The  beam  of  beauty  sparkling  from  above ; 
The  flower  of  virtue  and  pure  chastitie ; 
The  blossom  of  sweet  joy  and  perfect  love ; 
The  pearl  of  peerless  grace  and  modesty  ; 
To  her  your  thoughts  you  daily  dedicate, 
To  her  your  heart  you  nightly  martyrize, 
To  her  your  love  you  lowly  do  prostrate, 
To  her  your  life  you  wholly  sacrifice. 

SPENSER. 

34.  Her  look,  her  eye,  her  manners  speak  a  heart 
Unknowing  of  deceit ;  a  soul  of  honor, 
Where  frozen  chastity  has  fixed  her  throne, 
And  unpolluted  sanctity. 

J.  H.  PAYNE. 

35.  Why,  faith,  she  is  too  low  for  a  high  praise,  too 

brown  for  a  fair  praise,  and  too  little  for  a  great 
praise. 

Much  Ado  About  Nothing. 

36.  Flaxen  are  her  ringlets, 
Her  eyebrows  of  a  darker  hue, 
Bewitchingly  o'erarching 

Twa  laughing  e'en  o'  bonnie  blue. 

BURNS. 

37.  The  joy  of  youth  and  health  her  eye  displays, 
And  ease  of  heart  her  every  look  conveys. 

CRABBE. 


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38.  Scratching  could  not  make  it  worse,  an  it  were  such 

a  face  as  yours  is. 

Much  Ado  About  Nothing. 

39.  The  light  of  love,  the  purity  of  grace, 

With  mind  and  music  breathing  from  her  face. 

BYRON. 

40.  She  has  a  cool  collected  look 
As  if  her  pulses  beat  by  book, 
A  measured  tone,  a  cold  reply, 
A  management  of  voice  and  eye, 
A  calm,  possessed,  authentic  air 
That  leaves  a  doubt  of  softness  there. 

WILLIS. 

41.  A  face 
Would  put  down  Yesta ;  in  her  looks  doth  swim 
The  very  cream  of  modesty. 

BEN  JONSON. 

42.  A  sweet  wild  girl,  with  eye  of  earnest  ray 
And  olive  cheek,  at  each  emotion  glowing. 

MRS.   SlGOURNEY. 

43.  'Tis  not  the  white  or  red 
Inhabits  in  her  cheek,  that  thus  can  wed 
Your  mind  to  adoration  ;  nor  her  eye, 
Though  it  be  full  and  fair ;  her  forehead  high 
And  smooth  as  Pelop's  shoulder ;  not  the  smile 
Lies  watching  in  those  dimples  to  beguile 


The  easy  soul ;  her  hands  and  fingers  long, 
With  veins  enamelled  richly ;  nor  her  tongue, 
Though  it  speaks  sweeter  than  Arion's  harp ; 
Her  hair  woven  into  many  a  curious  warp, 
Able  in  endless  error  to  infold 
The  wandering  soul ;  nor  the  true  perfect  mould 
Of  all  her  body,  which  as  pure  doth  show 
In  maiden  whiteness,  as  the  Alpsien  snow ; 
All  these,  were  but  her  constancy  away, 
Would  please  you  less  than  a  black  stormy  day 
The  wretched  seaman  toiling  through  the  deep. 
BKAUMONT  AND  FLETCHER —  The  Faithful  Shepherdess. 

44.  Sweet  blushes  stain  her  red-red  cheek, 

Her  eyen  are  blacke  as  sloe ; 
The  ripening  cherry  swelles  her  lippe, 
Ar.d  all  her  neck  is  snow. 

PERCY'S  RELTQUKS — Marriage  of  Sir  Gawine. 

45.  A  perfect  purity  of  blood  enamels 
The  beauty  of  her  white. 

Jonx  FORD — The  Broken  Heart. 

46.  The  flowers  which  scent  her  feet 
Bloom  for  her  sake  alone ;  the  polished  sjiells 
Raise,  as  she  touches  them,  a  sound  as  sweet 
And  musical  as  the  breeze  breathed  on  bells ; 

Her  hand  waves  love,  and  her  dark  eyes  rain  spells 
Her  mouth,  men  might  mistake  it  for  the  rose 
Whose  opening  lips  afar  the  wild  bee  smells  ; 

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Her  hair  down-gushing  in  an  armful  flows, 
And  floods  her  ivrory  neck,  and  glitters  as  she  goes. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

47.  Had  limner's  hand 
Traced  such  a  brow,  and  such  a  lip, 

I  would  have  sworn  the  knave  had  dreamed 
In  some  fair  vision  of  a  fairer  world. 

FANNY  KEMBLE. 

48.  Matchless  in  person  and  in  mind, 
A  saint  in  beauty's  temple  shrined. 

SOTHEBY. 

49.  Why  a  stranger — when  he  sees  her 
In  the  street  even — smileth  stilly, 
Just  as  you  would  at  a  lily. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

50.  A  staidness  sobers  o'er  her  pretty  face, 
Which  something  but  ill  hidden  in  her  eyes 
And  a  quaint  look  about  her  lip,  denies. 

LOWELL. 

51.  She  is  active,  stirring,  all  fire, 
Cannot  rest,  cannot  tire, 

To  a  stone  she  had  given  life. 

BROWNING—  Flight  oftlteDuckcss. 

52.  In  that  proud  port,  which  her  so  goodly  graceth, 
Whiles  her  face  she  rears  up  to  the  sky, 

And  to  the  ground  her  eye-lids  low  embaseth, 


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Most  goodly  temperature  ye  may  descry  ; 
Mild  humblesse,  mixed  with  awful  majesty. 

SPENSER. 

53.  Hers  is  a  beauty  that  makes  sad  the  eye, 
Bright,  but  fast  fading  like  a  twilight  sky ; 
Her  shape  so  finely,  delicately  frail, 

As  formed  for  climes  unruffled  by  a  gale  ; 

The  lustrous  eye,  through  which  looks  forth  the  soul, 

Bright  and  more  brightly  as  it  nears  the  gaol ; 

The  fatal  clearness  of  the  varying  hue, 

Where    life    the    quick   lamp    shines,    in    flickering 

through, 

The  waning  beauty,  the  funereal  charms, 
With  which  Death  steals  his  bride  into  his  arms. 

The  New  Tlmon. 

54.  A  brow  whose  frowns  are  vastly  grand, 

And  an  eye  of  sunlit  brightness, 
And  a  swan-like  neck,  and  an  arm  and  hand 
Of  most  bewitching  whiteness. 

PRAED — Haunted  Tree. 

55.  Hers  is  a  look,  hers  is  a  face 
That  makes  simplicity  a  grace  ; 
Robes  loosely  flowing,  hair  as  free — 
Such  sweet  neglect  more  pleaseth  thee 
Than  all  the  adulteries  of  art, 

That  strike  the  eye  but  not  the  heart. 

BEN  JONSON. 


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56.  I  saw  her, 

And  mcthought  'twas  a  curious  piece  of  learning, 
Handsomely  bound,  and  of  a  dainty  letter. 
She  has  a  face  looks  like  a  story  ! 

BEAUMONT  AND  FLETCHER — The  Elder  Brother. 

57.  Her  haii- 
In  ringlets  rather  dark  than  fair, 
Does  down  her  ivory  bosom  roll, 
And  hiding  half  adorns  the  whole. 

In  her  high  forehead's  fair  half  round, 

Love  sits  in  open  triumph  crowned  ; 

He  in  the  dimple  of  her  chin 

In  private  state,  my  friends,  is  seen. 

Her  eyes  are  neither  black  nor  gray, 

Nor  fierce  nor  feeble  is  their  ray  ; 

Their  dubious  lustre  seems  to  show 

Something  that  speaks  nor  yes,  nor  no. 

Her  lips,  no  living  bard,  I  weet, 

May  say  how  red,  how  round,  how  sweet ! 

PRIOR. 

58.  A  beautiful  and  happy  girl, 
With  step  as  soft  as  summer  air, 

And  fresh  young  lip,  and  brow  of  pearl, 

Shadowed  by  many  a  careless  curl 

Of  unconfined,  and  flowing  hair : 

A  seeming  child  in  everything 

Save  thoughtful  brow,  and  ripening  charms, 


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As  nature  wears  the  smile  of  Spring 

When  sinking  into  Summer's  arms. 

WHITTIRR. 

59.  She  is  not  beautiful,  yet  her  young  face 
Makes  up  in  sweetness  what  it  lacks  in  grace ; 
She  is  not  beautiful,  yet  her  blue  eyes 

Steal  o'er  the  heart  like  sunshine  o'er  the  skies. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

60.  Locks  like  the  raven's  wing,  dark  languid  eyes, 
And  young  and  beautiful,  beyond  compare, 
An  airy  flitting  bird,  aye  soft  and  meek, 
Modest  and  gentle  as  the  timid  fawn 

When  first  it  ventures  forth  upon  the  lawn. 

MRS.  LEWIS — Records  of  the  Heart. 

61.  Who  hath  eyes  so  soft  and  true, 
Such  translucent,  shady  blue ! 
Poets,  men  of  all  the  earth 
Truest  judges  of  true  worth, 
Steal  the  life  of  their  sweet  books 
From  the  heaven  of  such  looks, 
Though  Love  doom  them  every  one 
To  punishment  Promethean. 

PATMORE —  Geraldine. 

62.  O'er  her  fair  face  a  rosy  bloom  is  shed, 
And  stains  her  ivory  skin  with  lovely  red ; 
Soft  breathing  sweets  her  opening  lips  disclose, 
The  native  odors  of  the  budding  rose. 

TA  s  s  o — Jerusalem  Delivered. 


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63.  I  know  not  whether  in  the  state  of  girlhood 
Or  womanhood  to  call  her.     'Twixt  the  two 
She  stands,  as  that  were  loth  to  lose  her,  this 
To  win  her  most  impatient.     The  young  year 
Trembling  and  blushing,  twixt  the  striving  kisses 
Of  parting  Spring  and  meeting  Summer 

The  only  parallel. 

KNO  WLES —  Virgini'HS. 

64.  My  friends,  I  have  seen  a  white  crane  bigger  ! 
She  is  the  smallest  thing  alive, 

Made  in  a  piece  of  nature's  madness  ; 
Too  small  almost  for  the  life  and  gladness 
Which  overflows  her,  as  a  hive 
Out  of  the  bear's  reach  in  the  high  trees, 
Is  crowded  with  its  safe  and  merry  bees. 

BROWNING — Flight  of  the  Ductless. 

65.  She  is  fresh  and  she  is  fair, 
Glossy  is  her  golden  hair ; 
Like  a  blue  spot  in  the  sky 
Is  her  clear  and  loving  eye. 

TAYLOR — Ed-inn  the  Fair. 

66.  Her  hands  are  marble,  and  her  looks  unchangeable 
As  are  the  wintry  stars,  in  their  pure  brightness. 

LANDOR — Ines  de  Castro. 

67.  He  who  beholds  her  hand  forgets  her  face, 
Yet  in  that  face  is  all  beside  forgot ; 


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And  he,  who  as  she  steps  beholds  her  pace, 
And  locks  profuse,  doth  say,  "  Nay,  turn  thee  not !" 

MRS.  BROOKS — Zophicl. 

|  68.  When  pensive,  it  seems  as  if  that  very  grace, 

That  charm  of  all  others,  was  born  for  her  face ; 
And  when  angry, — for  e'en  in  the  tranquillest  climes 
Light  breezes  will  ruffle  the  blossoms  sometimes, 
The  short  passing  anger  but  seems  to  awaken 
New  beauty,  like  flowers  that  are  sweetest  when 
shaken. 

MOORE— Lalla  JRookh. 


69.  Even  step,  and  musing  gait, 
And  looks  communing  with  the  skies, 
Her  wrapt  soul  sitting  in  her  eyes. 

MILTON — Pcnscrose. 

70.  Her  face  is  oval,  and  her  eye 
Looks  like  the  heaven  in  Italy, 
Serenely  blue,  and  softly  bright, 
Made  up  of  languish  and  of  light. 

And  her  neck,  except  where  the  locks  of  brown 
Like  a  sweet  summer  mist  fall  droopingly  down, 
Is  as  pure  and  white  as  the  snow,  ere  the  earth 
Has  sullied  the  hue  of  its  heavenly  birth ; 
And  through  the  blue  veins  you  may  see 
The  pure  blood  wander  silently, 


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Like  noiseless  eddies  that  far  below 

In  the  glistening  depths  of  a  calm  lake  flow. 

PRAED — The  Troubadour. 

71.  A  pretty  book  of  flesh  and  blood,  and  well 
Bound  up  in  a  fair  letter  too.  You  would 
Take  her  with  all  the  errata. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Cardinal. 


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PERSONAL  APPEARANCE  OF  YOUR  LOVER. 


A  deep  discerner 

From  his  make  will  read  the  man,  and  err 
Not  far  in  judgment. 

TUPPER — Proverbial  Philosophy. 


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SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  THE  PERSON  OF  YOUR 
LOVER? 


ELL  do  I  know  that  stately  youth.  ! 
The  broad  daylight  of  cloudless  truth 

Like  a  sunbeam  bathes  his  face  ; 
Though  silent,  still  a  gracious  smile, 
That  rests  upon  his  eyes  the  while, 
Bestows  a  speaking  grace. 

WILSON  —  Isle  of  Palms. 

2.  Something  of  a  black  complexion  with  a  weazel  face. 

SHIRLEY  —  Love  in  a  Maze. 

3.  A  noble  spirit  in  a  noble  form. 

BROWNING  —  Columbc's  Birth-day. 

4.  He  is  more  than  six  feet  high, 

And  fortunate  and  wise  ; 
He  has  a  voice  of  melody, 
And  beautiful  black  eyes. 


PRAED  —  Utopia. 


5.  A  ruddy  tinge  of  glowing  bronze 

Upon  his  face  is  set, 
Closely  round  his  temples  cling 
Thick  locks  of  shaggy  jet. 


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He  loves  to  climb  the  steepest  crag, 

Or  plunge  in  the  rapid  stream  ; 
He  dares  to  look  on  the  thunder  cloud, 

And  laugh  at  the  lightning's  gleam. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

6.  In  ripened  years  and  manly  prime 

He  standeth,  his  dark  pensive  eye 
Speaks  the  high  soul,  the  thought  sublime, 
That  dwells  on  immortality 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Convent  Bell 

1.  His  tall  and  well-proportioned  form 

The  sculptor's  art  might  grace, 
And  the  heart's  glow  sincere  and  warm 

Is  beaming  o'er  his  face. 
An  arch  and  animated  smile 

His  lips  will  oft  divide, 
But  never  doth  a  word  of  guile 
From  their  frank  portals  glide. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Convent  Dell. 

8.  'Tis  said  that  he  is  strangely  ill  to  look  at, 
That  his  blank  eyes  are  borrowed  of  a  fish, 
His  eyebrows  bald,  his  stony  forehead  low, 
His  hair  the  color  of  a  blanket  soiled. 

TAYLOR— Philip  Van  Artevdde. 

9.  The  calm  of  thought  is  on  his  brow, 
And  he  is  in  the  noon  of  life 

Loving  and  loved. 

HALLECK. 


10.  The  courteous  yet  majestic  mien, 
The  liberal  smile,  the  look  serene, 

The  great  and  gentle  mind. 

BEATTIE — Ode  on  Lord  Hay. 

11.  Modelled  in  the  rarest  mould 

Of  mind  and  features,  clad  Avith  every  grace 

That  honors  dignity. 

HILLHOUSE — Hadad. 

12.  A  fine  and  manly  brow,  though  sun  and  wind 
Have  darkened  it,  and  that  a  shade  of  grief 


Seems  natural  from  long  habit. 


Miss  LANDON, 


13.  A  youth 

Tall,  graceful,  well-proportioned,  noble-miened, 
Though  something  in  his  air  may  have  been  thought 
Almost  effeminate — the  look  of  one 
Who  delicately  nurtured,  ne'er  has  felt 
The  shocks  and  buffets  which  the  world  inflicts. 
JOHN  MouLTaiK — Tlie  Dream  of  Life.. 

14.  His  gentleness  has  all  the  effect  of  grace, 

And  for  his  form, 
His  only  beauty  is  his  honest  face, 

No  common  charm. 

HORNE. 

15.  Fresh  is  his  cheek  as  evening  flowers  that  furl 
Their  banners  in  the  sun, — his  locks  outcurl 
The  fingered  hyacinth. 

ELLIOTT. 


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16.  His  beard 
Was  born  last  week  before  its  time.  — 

I  told  you,  did  I  not, 

Of  the  untimely  birth  ?     It  chanced  o'  Wednesday, 
By  reason  of  a  fright  he  gave  his  chin, 
Making  its  innocent  down  to  stand  on  end 
With  brandishing  of  a  most  superfluous  razor. 

TAYLOR—  Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

17.  A  sad  face,  a  reverend  carriage,  a  slow  tongue,  and 
so  forth. 

Twelfth  Night. 

18.  Eyes  of  deep  blue,  large  waves  of  chestnut  locks, 
A  forehead  wide,  and  every  feature  strong, 

Yet  without  heaviness  or  angry  line. 

HORNE  —  Orion. 

19.  There's  not  a  mortal  man 
Among  his  friends  more  sociable  and  glad, 
Pouring  his  heart  out  like  a  river  of  wine  ; 
Though  to  his  enemies  his  face  be  stern 
As  a  bronze  bust. 

STERLING  —  Strafford. 

20.  You  may  look  from  east  to  west, 

And  then  from  north  to  south, 
And  never  find  an  ampler  breast, 

Never  an  ampler  mouth  ; 
A  softer  tone  for  lady's  ear, 

A  daintier  lip  for  syrup, 


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Or  a  ruder  grasp  for  an  axe  and  spear, 
Or  a  firmer  foot  for  stirrup. 

PRAED — Tlie  Troubadour. 

21.  Look  on  his  eyes  and  thou  wilt  find 

A  sadness  in  their  beam, 
Like  the  pensive  shade  that  willows  cast 

On  the  sky-reflecting  stream. 
There's  a  sweetness  of  sound  in  his  talking  tones, 
Betraying  the  gentle  spirit  he  owns. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

22.  Little  graced 

With  aught  of  manly  beauty ;  short,  obese, 
Rough-fashioned,    coarse-complexioned,  with   lank 

hair 
And  small  gray  eyes. 

MOULTRIE—  TJve  Dream  of  Life. 

23.  Even  when  he  utters  common  things,  and  clear  to 

sight, 
He  looks  at  you  so  intently,  that  you  hardly  think 

them  trite ; 
A  trick  of  serious  manner,  wherein  women  much 

delight. 

PATMORE — Lilian. 

24.  Oh,  a  most  dainty  man  ! 

To  see  him  walk  before  a  lady,  and  to  bear  her  fan ! 

Lore's  Labor  Ijost. 


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25.  The  youth's  brown  ringlets  in  the  loving  beam 

Hang  changeful,  bright,  and  crisp ;   his  neck,  his 

bust 
Have  thousand  beauties  all  their  own,  and  seem 

Not  only  moulded  to  proportion  just, 
But  all  his  limbs,  slightly  attenuate, 
As  best  bespeaks  activity,  attest 
Something  unseen,  as  if  might  emanate 

Excess  of  soul,  through  the  material  breast. 
His  youthful  cheek  is  bronzed,  and  though  his  eye 

Is  of  no  vaunted  hue,  successive  reign 
Of  war  and  chase  the  quick  variety, 
But  oftener  tenderness  lends  there  her  gentle  flame. 

MRS.  BROOKS — Zopkiel. 

2(5.  He  is,  indeed,  the  glass 

Wherein  the  noble  youth  do  dress  themselves. 

So  that  in  speech  and  gait, 
In  diet,  in  affections,  in  delight, 
In  military  rules,  humors  of  blood, 
He  is  the  mark  and  glass,  copy  and  book 
That  fashions  others. 

Henry  Fourth. 

27.  His  eye  is  living  light,  (a  mirror  true,) 

In  which  the  burning  soul  pours  out  its  fire 
In  dazzling  coruscations,  as  it  threw 
Its  spell  around  him, — rousing  strong  desire 
In  all  who  see  to  understand  its  glance 
Of  fascination  strange,  and  yet  is  thrown 


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A  look  of  gentleness  at  times,  to  entrance 
The  gazer's  soul,  and  fix  it  all  its  own. 

MRS.  DINNIES—  The  Floral  Year. 

28.  Pandarus.  You  know  he  has  not  past  three  or  four 

hairs  on  his  chin. 

Cressida.    Indeed,   a   tapster's  arithmetic   may  soon 
bring  hie  particulars  therein  to  a  total. 

T,-<filus  and  Cressida. 

29.  There  is  a  thoughtful  calmness  in  his  air ; 
Decision  like  a  ready  sword  undrawn 
Reposes,  but  sleeps  not  on  his  forehead  bare, 
And  caution  too — and  deep  research  are  there. 

ELLIOTT. 

30.  His  garb  is  of  a  shape  and  sort 

That  plainly  augur  little  wealth, 
But  his  frank  smile  gives  good  report 
Of  rich  content,  and  placid  health. 

ELIZA  COOK — Melaia. 

31.  Sublime  significance  of  mouth, 
Dilated  nostril  full  of  youth, 

And  forehead  royal  with  the  truth. 

Miss  BARRETT — Vision  of  the  Poets. 

32.  His  carriage  is  full  comely  and  upright, 
His  countenance  demure  and  temperate. 

SPENSER. 


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33.  I  might  call  him 
A  thing  divine,  for  nothing  natural 

I  ever  saw  so  noble. 

Tempest. 

34.  Every  feature  has  the  power 

To  aid  the  expression  of  the  hour. 

SCOTT — Rokeby. 

35.  Touch  but  his  heart  with  patriot  fift, 
His  dark  eyes  flash  a  living  fire : 

But  when  in  those  expressive  eyes, 
The  beam  of  sensibility 

Resumes  its  wonted  reign, 
They  are  soft  as  eve's  reflected  skies 

Upon  the  watery  plain, 
When  storms  that  heaved  the  waves  on  high 

Have  sunk  to  rest  again. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Convent  Bell. 

36.  His  bright  looks  speak,  e'en  though  his  lip  is  mute, 
And  when  he  talks,  his  voice  is  sweeter  far 

Than  song  of  lark,  or  sound  of  harp  and  lute. 

Straight  as  a  rush,  and  pure  as  morning  star 

He  shines ;  sweet  song  he  loves  far  more  than  strife 

or  war. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

37.  Well  toned  his  voice  of  war  to  sing, 
His  hair  is  dark  as  raven's  wing, 
His  eye  an  intellectual  lance, 

No  heart  can  bear  its  searching  glance. 

HOGG. 


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38.  His  face  is  brown,  by  winds  made  hard, 
His  voice  is  deep,  and  clear,  and  loud. 

THOMAS  MILLER. 

39.  With  a  good  look,  a  good  foot,  and  money  enough 

in  his  purse,  such  a  man  might  win  any  woman  in 
the  world — if  he  could  get  her  good  will. 

Much  Ado  about  Nothing. 

40.  His  brow  is  raised  to  heaven ;  the  hand  of  care 
Has  touched  it  with  no  sadness. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

41.  Buoyant  spirits  light  as  air, 

A  bounding  heart  untouched  by  care, 
With  sparkling  eye,  and  polished  brow, 
And  downy  cheek  of  healthful  glow. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Convent  Bell. 

42.  He  is  complete  in  feature  and  in  mind, 
With  all  good  grace  to  grace  a  gentleman. 

Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 

43.  From  the  moment 

When  men  first  see  him,  something  wondrous  noble 
Shines  through  his  form,  and  wins  a  friendship  for 
him. 

ROWE —  Tamerlane. 

44.  I  have  no  ambition  to  see  a  goodlier  man. 

Tempest. 


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45.  His  eyes  are  dark  and  deep,  and  the  clear  brow 
Which  shadows  them  is  like  the  morning  sky. 

SHELLEY. 

46.  High,   straight  forehead,  nose  of  eagle,  cold  blue 

eyes  of  less  expression 
Than  resistance, — coldly  casting   off  the   looks  of 

other  men 
As  steel,  arrows; — unelastic  lips,  which  seem  to 

taste  possession, 
And  be  cautious  lest  the  common  air  should  injure 

or  distrain. 

Miss  BARRETT—  The  Lady  Geraldine's  Courtship. 


CHARACTER  OF  YOUR  LADY-LOVE. 


Auld  Nature  swears,  the  lovely  dears 
Her  noblest  work  she  classes,  O  : 
Her  prentice  han'  she  try'd  on  man, 
An'  then  she  made  the  lasses  0. 

BURNS. 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  THE  CHARACTER  OF 
YOUR  LADY-LOVE? 


HE  is  of  good  esteem, 
Her   dowry  wealthy,    and  of  worthy 

birth ; 

Beside,  so  qualified  as  may  beseem 
The  spouse  of  any  noble  gentleman. 
Taming  of  the  Shrew. 


2.  Thus  from  within  and  from  without, 

She  grew  a  flower  of  mind  and  eye, 
'Twas  love  that  circled  her  about 
And  love  in  her  made  quick  reply. 

STERLING — The  Sexton's  Daughter. 

3.  Her  wit's  a  sun  that  melts  you  down  like  butter, 
And  makes  you  sit  at  table  pancake- wise, 

Flat,  flat  and  ne'er  a  word  to  say. 

HENRY  PORTER—  Two  angry  Women  of  Abingdon. 

4.  .The  angels  sang  in  heaven  when  she  was  born ! 
She  is  a  precious  jewel,  found  by  you 
Among  the  filth  and  rubbish  of  the  world ; 

You'll  stoop  for  it,  but  when  you  wear  it  there 


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Set  in  your  bosom,  like  the  morning  star, 
The  world  may  wonder,  but  it  will  not  laugh. 

LONGFELLOW — Spanish  Student. 

Beautiful  as  sweet, 

And  young  as  beautiful,  and  soft  as  young, 
And  gay  as  soft,  and  innocent  as  gay. 

YOUNG— Night  Thoughts. 

\  6.     She  has  no  ear  for  flattery,  no  tongue 
For  scandal. 

JOHN  TOBIN. 

7.  Slender.  Did  her  grandsire  leave  her  seven  hun 

dred  pounds  ? 
Evans.  Ay,  and  her  father  is  make  her  a  petter 

penny. 
Shallow.  I  know  the  young  gentlewoman,  she  has 

good  gifts. 
Evans.  Seven  hundred  pounds  and  possibilities  is 

good  gifts. 

Merry  Wives  of  Windsor. 

8.  If  she  mingle  with  the  festive  train, 

It  is  but  as  a  melancholy  star 
Beholds  the  dance  of  shepherds  on  the  plain, 

In  its  bright  stillness  present,  though  afar. 
Yet  will  she  smile — (and  that  too  hath  its  smile) 
Circled  with  joy  which  meets  her  not  the  while, 

And  bearing  a  lone  spirit,  not  at  war 


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With  earthly  things,  but  o'er  their  form  and  hue 
Shedding  too  clear  a  light, -too  sorrowfully  true. 

HEMANS — Forest  Sanctuary. 

.  She's  girnin'  at  e'enin' — she's  girnin'  at  morn — 
A'  hours  of  the  day  in  your  flesh  she's  a  thorn ; 
At  ye  baith  a'  the  neigh"bor-folk  canna  but  grin, 
There's  never  an  end  o'  her  flyten'  an'  din. 

NlCOLL. 

10.  Although  she  has  no  beauty  to  compare 
With  the  best  faces,  she  has  a  heart  above 
All  competition. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Coronation. 

11.  She  is  in  virtue  resolute, 
As  she  is  bland  and  tender  in  affection. 

KNOWLES— Love  Chase. 

12.  Her  being's  law  is  gentle  bliss, 

Her  purpose,  and  her  duty ; 
And  quiet  joy  her  loveliness, 
And  gay  delight  her  beauty. 

HARTLEY  COLERIDGE. 

13.  Her  sweet  affections,  free  as  wind, 

ISTor  fear  nor  craving  feel ; 
No  secret  hollow  has  her  mind 
For  passion  to  reveal. 

HARTLEY  COLERIDGE. 


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14.  She  is  a  child  in  years, 

And  though  in  wit  a  woman,  yet  her  heart, 
Untempered  by  the  discipline  of  pain, 
Is  fancy-led. 

TAYLOR— Edwin  Ike  Fair. 

15.  In  truth,  Sir,  she  is  pretty,  honest,  and  gentle,  and 
one  that  is  your  friend — I  can  tell  you  that  by  the 

way. 

Merry  Wives  of  Windsor. 

16.  Nor  proud,  nor  coy,  the  maiden  yet  is  choice, 
And  seeks  a  kindred  spirit  for  her  own 
When  she  shall  give  her  heart. 

W.  G.  SIMMS. 

17.  A  good  woman, 

But  when  she  is  impertinent  grows  earnest, 
A  little  troublesome,  and  out  of  reason ; 
Her  love  and  zeal  transport  her. 

BEN  JONSON. 

18.  She  with  quiet  air 

Of  mild  indifference,  and  with  truthful  words, 
Kind,  yet  determined,  still  withdraws  herself 
To  chosen  solitude,  intent  to  keep 
A  maiden's  freedom. 

MRS.  SlGOURNEY. 


19.  She  is  all  mildness,  and  the  melting  tone 
Of  her  sweet  voice  thrills  us,  and  sc 
Into  our  souls,  a  stream  of  melody, 


Of  her  sweet  voice  thrills  us,  and  seems  to  flow 


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Delicious  in  its  mellowness ;  it  speaks 

A  heart  at  ease. 

J.  G.  PERCIVAL. 
• 

20.  She  will  sing 

As  if  song  were  an  element,  and  she 
The  gay  glad  bird  just  fitted  to  extend 
Her  bright  wings  o'er  its  bosom,  and  go  forth 
Bringing  rich  notes  to  earth  from  the  high  heaven. 

W.  G.  SIMMS. 

21.  True  she  is  fair,  oh  how  divinely  fair! 

But  still  the  lovely  maid  improves  her  charms 
With  inward  greatness,  unaffected  wisdom, 
And  sanctity  of  manners. 

ADDISON — Cato. 

22.  Good  she  is  and  fair  in  youth, 
And  her  mind  is  seen  to  soar, 
And  her  heart  is  wed  to  truth. 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

23.  The  gaudy  gossip  when  she's  set  agog, 
In  jewels  drest,  and  at  each  ear  a  bob, 
Goes  flaunting  out,  and  in  her  trim  of  pride 
Thinks  all  she  does  or  says  is  justified. 

DRYDEN. 

24.  She  is  a  flower 

New  opened  in  a  valley,  where  no  frost 
Hath  trodden,  and  no  living  thing  hath  left 
Print  of  the  world's  pollution. 

J.  G.  PERCIVAL. 


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25.  'Tis  not  the  beam  of  her  bright  clear  eye, 
Nor  the  smile  of  her  lips  of  rosy  dye, 

Nor  the  dark  brown  wreaths  of  her  glossy  hair, 
Nor  her  changing  cheek  so  rich  and  rare ; 
'Tis  a  dearer  spell  that  bids  thee  kneel, 
'Tis  the  heart  to  love,  and  the  soul  to  feel, 
'Tis  the  mind  of  light,  and  the  spirit  free, 
And  the  bosom  that  heaves  alone  for  thee. 

DRAKE. 

26.  Though  time  her  bloom  is  stealing, 

There's  still  beyond  his  art — 
The  wild  flower  wreath  of  feeling, 
The  sunbeam  of  the  heart. 

HALLECK. 

27.  The  languid  lady  she  appears  in  state, 
Who  was  not  born  to  carry  her  own  weight ; 
She  lolls,  reels,  staggers,  till  some  foreign  aid 
To  her  own  stature  lifts  the  feeble  maid, 
And  knowing  her  own  weakness  she  despairs 
To  scale  the  Alps — that  is,  ascend  the  stairs. 

YOUNG — Love  of  Fame. 

28.  Patience  and  sorrow  strive 
Which  shall  express  her  goodliest. 

King  Lear. 

29.  Full-blown  and  rich  in  her  maturity ; 
The  dwelling  of  a  spirit  not  of  earth, 
But  ever  mingling  with  the  pure  and  high 


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Conceptions  of  a  soul,  that  spreads  its  wings 
To  fly  where  mind  when  boldest  dares  to  soar. 

J.  G.  PERCIVAL. 

30.  Come,  talk  not  of  her;  you  shall  find  her  the  infer- 

/ 

nal  Ate  in  good  apparel.     I  would  some  scholar 
would  conjure  her. 

Much  Ado  about  Nothing. 

31.  It  is  not  mirth,  for  mirth  she  is  too  still ; 

It  is  not  wit,  which  leaves  the  heart  more  chill, 
But  that  continuous  sweetness,  which  with  ease 
Pleases  all  round  it,  from  the  wish  to  please. 
This  is  the  charm  that  her  clear  smiles  bestow ; 
The  wave's  fresh  ripple  from  clear  fountain's  flow. 

The  New  Timon. 

32.  A  modest  maid  decked  with  the  blush  of  honor, 

Whose  feet  do  tread  green  paths  of  youth  and  love, 
The  wonder  of  all  eyes  that  look  upon  her, 
Sacred  on  earth,  designed  a  saint  above. 

DANIEL. 

33.  A  spirit  pure  as  hers 

Is  always  pure,  e'en  while  it  errs, 
As  sunshine  broken  in  the  rill 
Though  turned  astray  is  sunshine  still. 

MOORE— Lalla  Rookh. 

34.  She  has 

A  heart  .  .  how  shall  I  say  ?  .  .  too  soon  made  glad, 
Too  easily  impressed ;  she  likes  whate'er 

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She  looks  on,  and  her  looks  go  everywhere. 
Oh,  Sir,  she  smiles  no  doubt 
Whene'er  you  pass  her  ;  but  who  passes  without 
Much  the  same  smile  ? 

BROWNING — Dells  and  Pomegranates. 

35.  Your  fair  one  is  a  preacher, 

Inspired  when  she  is  vexed  ! 
She  never  lacks  a  sermon, 

Sir  you  are  still  the  text ; 
She  preaches  all  your  faults  and  flaws, 

And  pays  them  all  in  kind, 
But  most  she  hates,  aye  more  than  all, 

The  faults  she  cannot  find. 

EDENEZER  ELLIOTT. 

36.  She  keeps  an  Album 

Well  filled  with  all  an  album's  glories, 
Paintings  of  butterflies  and  Rome, 

Patterns  for  trimmings,  Persian  stories  ; 
Soft  sonnets  to  her  cockatoo, 

Fierce  odes  to  famine  and  to  slaughter, 
And  autographs  of  Prince  Laboo ! 

And  recipes  for  elder  water. 

PRAED— Belle  of  the  Ball. 

37.  You  cannot  know  the  good  and  tender  heart, 
Its  girl's  trust,  and  its  woman's  constancy, 
How  pure  yet  passionate,  how  calm  yet  kind, 
How  grave  yet  joyous,  how  reserved,  yet  free 


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As  light  where  friends  are — how  imbued  with  love 

O 

The  world  most  prizes,  yet  the  simplest, 

BROWNING—  A  lilot  on  the  Sciitcheon. 

38.  She  keeps  with  care  her  beauties  rare 

From  lovers  warm  and  true — 
For  her  heart  is  cold  to  all  but  gold, 

And  the  rich  come  not  to  woo. 

WILLIS. 

39.  Graced  highly  she  with  knowledge,  versed  in  tongues ; 

a  queen  of  dance  ; 
An  artist  at  her  playing  ;  a  most  touching  utterance. 

PATMORE — Lilian. 

40.  She  is  a  widow ;  on  this  earth 
It  seems  her  only  task  is  mirth. 
She  has  no  nerves  and  no  sensations, 
No  troubling  friends  nor  poor  relations, 
No  gnawing  grief  to  feel  a  care  for, 
No  living  soul  to  breathe  a  prayer  for. 

PRAED — The  Troubadour. 

41.  She  never  took  the  height 
Of  Saturn,  yet  is  always  in  the  right. 

She  strikes  each  point  with  native  force  of  mind,    m 
While  puzzled  learning  blunders  far  behind. 
Graceful  to  sight,  and  elegant  to  thought, 
The  great  are  vanquished  and  the  wise  are  taught. 
Her  breeding  finished,  and  her  temper  sweet, 
When  serious  easy,  and  when  gay  discreet ; 


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In  glittering  scenes  o'er  her  own  heart  severe, 
In  crowds  -collected,  and  in  courts  sincere  ; 
Sincere  and  warm,  with  zeal  well  understood, 
She  takes  a  noble  pride  in  doing  good ; 
Yet  not  superior  to  her  sex's  cares, 
The  mode  she  fixes  by  the  gown  she  wears ; 
Of  silks  and  china  she's  the  last  appeal, 
In  these  great  points  she  leads  the  public  weal. 

YOUNG — Love  of  Fame. 

42.  Quiet  talk  she  liketh  best, 
In  a  bower  of  gentle  looks, 
Watering  flowers  or  reading  books. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

43.  She  is  beautiful  as  young, 
And  add  to  that,  learned  too. 

KNOWLES — Love  Chase. 

44.  All  higher  knowledge  in  her  presence  falls 
Degraded ;  wisdom,  in  discourse  with  her, 
Loses  discountenanced,  and  like  folly  shows  ; 
Authority  and  reason  on  her  wait. 

MILTON — Paradise  Lost. 

45.  Is  she  not  gentle  as  the  guileless  infant, 
Mild  as  the  genial  breezes  of  the  spring, 
And  softer  far  than  melting  sighs  of  Love  ? 

WALLER. 


40.  She's  cold  without,  whilst  warm  within  the  flame  of 

Love  is  raging ; 
She's  gay  and  pleasant  in  the  street, — soft,  cheerful, 

and  engaging ; 
She's  thrifty  and  discreet  at  home, — the  cares  of 

life  assuaging : 

All  this  and  more ; — try,  and  you'll  find  how  true  is 
my  presaging. 

JUAN  DE  HITA. 


CHARACTER   OF   HIM  WHO   LOVES   YOU. 


Falstaff—"  Will  you  tell  me,  Master  Shallow,  how  to  choose  a 
man  1  Care  I  for  the  limb,  the  thewes,  the  stature,  bulk  and  big  as- 
semblance  of  a  man  1  Give  me  the  spirit,  Master  Shallow." 

Henry  Fourth. 


SHALL  I  DESCRIBE  THE  CHARACTER  OF  HIM 
WHO  LOVES  YOU? 


Ripe  young  man, 
Of  nimble  apprehension,  of  a  wise 
And  spreading  observation ;  of  whom 
Already  our  old  men  do  prophesy 
Good  and  great  things. 

SHIRLEY—  The  Traitor. 


2.  Tis  not  the  play  of  high-toned  sense, 
Nor  keenly-eyed  intelligence, 

Which  have  the  power  we  know  so  well 
To  charm  us  ; — but  a  deeper  spell, 
A  something  in  his  holy  life, 
Which  unapproachable  by  strife 
Sheds  its  own  halo  round. 

WILLIAMS — The  Baptistery. 

• 

3.  Every  morning  does  this  fellow  put  himself  upon  the 

rack  with  putting  on  his  apparel,  and  manfully  en 
dures  his  tailor  when  he  screws  and  twists  his  body 
into  the  fashion  of  his  doublet. 

SHIRLEY—  The  Bird  in  a  Cage. 


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4.  I  deem  that  he  is  one 
Whose  heart  doth  love  in  silent  communings 
To  walk  with  nature,  and  from  scenes  like  these 
Of  solemn  sadness,  to  sublime  the  soul 

To  high  endurance  of  all  earthly  pains 
Of  mind  and  body. 

WILSON — The  Hermitage. 

5.  There's  aye  thing  yet — there's  twa  things  yet 

To  brag  on  that  ye  know ; 
He  never,  never  failed  a  friend, 
And  never  feared  a  foe. 

NlCOLL. 

6.  Though  looks  and  words 
By  the  strong  mastery  of  his  practised  will 
Are  overruled,  the  mounting  blood  betrays 
An  impulse  in  its  secret  spring,  too  deep 
For  his  control. 

SOUTHEY — Oliver  Newman. 

1.  A  merrier  man, 

Within  the  limit  of  becoming  mirth, 
I  never  spent  an  hour's  talk  withal. 
His  eye  begets  occasion  for  his  wit ; 
For  every  object  that  the  one  doth  catch, 
The  other  turns  to  a  mirth-moving  jest. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

8.  Pray  note  the  fop — half  powder  and  half  lace, 
Nice  as  a  bandbox  is  his  dwelling  place  1 


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He's  the  gilt  paper  which  apart  you  store, 
And  lock  from  vulgar  hands  in  your  'scrutoire. 

BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN — Paper,  a  Poem. 

9.  And  though,  as  you  have  said,  the  vernal  bloom 
Of  his  first  spirits  fading  leaves  him  changed — 
Tis  not  to  worse,     His  mind  is  as  a  meadow 
Of  various  grasses,  rich  and  fresh  beneath, 
But  o'er  the  surface  some  that  come  to  seed 

Have  cast  a  color  of  sobriety. 

TAYLOR — Edwin  tlie  Fair. 

10.  I  suppose  him  virtuous,  know  him  noble, 
Of  great  estate,  of  fresh  and  stainless  youth ; 
In  voices  well  divulged,  free,  learned,  valiant, 
And  in  dimension,  and  the  shape  of  nature, 
Gracious. 

Twelfth  Night. 

11.  His  talk  is  like  a  stream  which  runs 

With  rapid  change  from  rocks  to  roses ; 
He  slips  from  politics  to  puns, 

Passes  from  Mahomet  to  Moses ; 
Beginning  with  the  laws  which  keep 

The  planets  in  their  radiant  courses, 
And  ending  with  some  precept  deep 

For  dressing  eels,  or  shoeing  horses. 

PRAED — The  Vicar. 

12.  All  who  approach  him  by  that  spell  are  bound, 
Which  nobler  natures  weave  themselves  around ; 


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Those  stars  which  make  their  own  charmed  atmos 
phere  ; 

Not  wholly  love,  but  yet  more  love  than  fear ; 
A  mystic  influence,  which  wTe  know  not  why 
Makes  some  on  earth  a  portion  of  our  sky. 

The  New  Timon. 

13.  In  all  blithe  sports'  debates, 

Down  by  the  river, 
He  of  his  merry  mates 

Foremost  was  ever : 
Skilfullest  with  his  flute, 

Leading  the  maidens, 
Hearkening  by  moonlight  mute 

To  its  sweet  cadence. 
Sprightliest  in  the  dance 

Tripping  together, 
Such  a  one  was  he  once 

'Till  thou  eame  hither. 

SAMUEL  FERGUSON — The  Forester 's  Complaint. 

14.  A  gentleman  of  handsome  parts, 
And  they  say  fortuned,  diligent  in  's  courtship. 

SHIRLEY — Love  in  a  Maze. 

15.  All  unveiled  the  world  of  sense 

An  inner  meaning  has  for  him, 
And  beauty  loved  in  innocence, 

Not  sought  in  passion  or  in  whim, 
Within  a  soul  so  pure  can  ne'er  grow  dull  and  dim. 

C.  P.  CRANCH. 


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16.  He  is  a  wit  in  the  pun-making  line, 
Past  fifty  years  of  age  and  five  feet  nine. 

HALLECK— Fanny. 

17.  He  lives  above  the  crowd,  nor  hears  the  noise 
Of  wars  and  triumphs,  nor  regards  the  shouts 

Of  popular  applause. 

WATTS. 

18.  He  possesses  for  riches  content,  and  for  honors  quiet. 

His  thoughts  are  not  higher  than  his  fortunes,  nor 
his  desires  greater  than  his  calling.  His  heart's 
thirst  is  satisfied  with  his  hand's  thrift,  and  his 
gentle  labors  in  the  day  turn  to  sweet  slumbers  in 
the  night. 

JOHN  LILY — Sappho  and  Phaon. 

19.  He  cannot  try  to  speak  with  gravity, 

But  one  perceives  he  wags  an  idle  tongue ; 
He  cannot  try  to  look  demure,  but  spite 
Of  all  he  does,  he  shows  a  laugher's  cheek ; 
He  cannot  e'en  essay  to  walk  sedate, 
But  in  his  very  gait  one  sees  the  jest, 
That's  ready  to  break  out  in  spite  of  all 

His  seeming. 

KNOWLES—  William  Tell. 

20.  He  loves 
As  fiercely  as  he  fights. 

BRYANT. 


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21.  Though  he  be  blunt,  I  know  him  passing  wise, 
Though  he  be  merry,  yet  withal  he's  honest. 

Taming  of  tlie  Shrew. 

22.  Much  has  he  read,  yet  all  confused  and  mixed, 
No  polar  truth  his  wandering  mind  has  fixed. 
The  fiery  impulse,  and  the  kingly  will, 

If  prompt  to  good,  no  judgment  checks  from  ill ; 
Quick  in  revenge,  and  passionately  proud, 
His  brightest  hour  still  shines  forth  from  a  cloud, 
And  none  conjecture  on  the  next  can  form — 
So  plays  the  sunbeam  on  the  verge  of  storm. 

The  New  Timon. 

23.  One  whom  nature  taught  to  sit  with  her 

On  her  proud  mountains,  by  her  rolling  sea — 
Who,  when  the  winds  are  up,  with  mighty  stir 
Of  woods  and  waters,  feels  the  quickening  spur 
In  his  strong  spirit,  who  as  his  own  child 
Does  love  the  flower,  and  in  the  rugged  bur 
A  beauty  sees. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

24.  A  man  in  middle  age, 
Busy,  and  hard  to  please. 

TAYLOR. 

25.  True  to  his  church  he  comes ;  no  Sunday  shower 
Keeps  him  at  home  in  that  important  hour. 

CRABBE. 


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26.  Certes  he  is  a  most  engaging  wight, 

Of  social  glee,  and  wit  humane  though  keen. 

THOMSON, 

27.  A  youth  to  fortune  and  to  fame  unknown ; 
Fair  Science  frowned  not  on  his  humble  birth, 
And  Melancholy  marks  him  for  her  own. 

GRAY. 

28.  The  gentleman  is  learned,  and  a  most  rare  speaker, 
To  nature  none  more  bound  ;  his  training  such 
That  he  may  furnish  and  instruct  great  teachers, 
And  never  seek  for  aid  out  of  himself. 

Henry  VIII. 

29.  A  people  is  but  the  attempt  of  many 
To  rise  to  the  completer  life  of  one — 
And  those  who  live  as  modelsjbr  the  mass 
Are  singly  of  more  value  than  they  all. 
Such  man  are  you,  and  such  a  time  is  this 
That  your  sole  fate  concerns  a  nation  more 
Than  its  immediate  welfare ;  and  to  prove 
Your  rectitude,  and  duly  crown  the  same 
Of  consequence  beyond  the  day's  event, 
Keep  but  the  model  safe,  new  men  will  rise 
To  study  it,  and,  many  another  day, 

B  R  OWNING — Luzia. 

30.  Not  only  witty  himself,  but  the  cause  that  wit  is  in 

other  men. 

Henry  Fourth. 


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31.  If  he  had  stept  into  my  watch-tent,  night 
And  the  wide  desert  full  of  foes  around, 

I  should  have  broke  the  bread,  and  given  the  salt, 
Secure,  and  when  my  hour  of  watch  was  done, 
Taken  my  turn  to  sleep  between  his  knees, 
Safe  in  the  unclouded  brow  and  honest  cheek. 

BR  OWNING — Luria. 

32.  From  noise  and  riot  he  devoutly  keeps, 

Sighs  with  the  sick,  and  with  the  mourner  weeps. 

HARTE. 

33.  Negligent  as  the  blossoms  of  the  field, 
Arrayed  in  candor  and  simplicity. 

'  LANDOR — Count  Julian. 

34.  His  way  once  chose  he  forward  thrusts  outright, 
Nor  steps  aside  for  dangers  and  delight. 

Yet  is  he  wise  all  dangers  to  foresee, 
But  born  to  affright,  and  not  to  fear,  is  he. 
His  wit  is  strong,  not  fine,  and  on  his  tongue 
An  artless  grace  is  eloquently  hung. 
These  virtues,  too,  the  rich  unusual  dress 
Of  modesty  adorn,  and  humbleness. 

Co  WLE  Y — Davideis. 

35.  A  gentleman  that  loves  to  hear  himself  talk,  and 

will  say  more  in  a  minute,  than  he  will  stand  to 
in  a  month. 

Romeo  and  Juliet. 


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36.  This  should  have  been  a  noble  creature  ;  he 
Hath  all  the  energy  which  would  have  made 
A  goodly  frame  of  glorious  elements, 

Had  they  been  wisely  mingled ;  as  it  is, 
It  is  an  awful  chaos — light  and  darkness 
And  mind  and  dust — and  passions  and  pure  thoughts 
Mixed,  and  contending  without  end  oi»  order, 
All  dormant  or  destructive  :  he  will  perish, 
And  yet  he  must  not ; — such  are  worth  redemption ! 

BYRON — Manfred. 

37.  Immensely  fond  of  dancing, 
And  somewhat  given  to  romancing  ; 
With  laughing  lip,  and  jocund  eye, 
And  studied  tear,  and  practised  sigh, 
And  ready  sword,  and  ready  verse, 
And  store  of  money  in  his  purse. 

PRAED — The  Troubadour. 


38.  Truly  noble, 

And  worth  a  woman's  trust. 

Beaumont  and  Fletcher. 


39.  He  has  a  careless  courage,  which  corruption 
Has  not  all  quenched,  and  latent  energies 
Represt  by  circumstance,  but  not  destroyed, 
Steeped  but  not  drowned. 

BYRON  —  Sardanapalus. 


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40.  Of  very  reverend  reputation, 
Of  credit  infinite,  highly  beloved, 
Second  to  none. 

Comedy  of  Errors. 

41.  A  careful  noter  of  men's  ways  ;  of  clear 
And  lofty  spirit ;  sages  when  he  speaks 
Forget  their  systems,  and  the  worldly  wise 
Shrink  from  his  gaze  of  truth  with  baffled  eyes. 

H.  ALFORD. 

42.  He  has  the  secret  strange 

To  read  that  hidden  book,  the  human  heart, 
He  has  the  ready  writer's  practised  art, 

He  has  the  thought  to  range 
The  broadest  circles  intellect  hath  ran — 
And  he  is  God's  best  work — an  honest  man. 

WILLIS — The  Wife's  Appeal. 

43.  A  man  in  all  the  world's  new  fashions  planted, 
That  hath  a  mint  of  phrases  in  his  brain ; 

One  whom  the  music  of  his  own  vain  voice 
Doth  ravish  like  enchanting  harmony. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

44.  Matchless  his  pen,  victorious  his  lance, 
Bold  in  the  lists,  and  graceful  in  the  dance. 

POPE. 

45.  A  worthy  man 

Whose  name  would  pass  on  'change  soon  as  his  bond. 
A  liberal  man  for  schemes  of  public  good 


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That  sets  down  tens,  where  others  units  write ; 
A  charitable  man — the  good  he  does 

That's  told  of,  not  the  half. 

KNOWLES —  The  Hunchback. 

46.  So  crammed,  as  he  thinks,  with  excellencies,  that  it 

is  his  ground  of  faith  that  all  who  look  on  him 

love  him. 

Twelfth  Night. 

47.  Hear  him  but  reason  in  divinity, 

And  all  admiring,  with  an  inward  wish, 

You  would  desire  the  man  were  made  a  prelate ; 

Hear  him  debate  of  commonwealth  affairs, 

You  would  say — it  hath  been  all  his  study ; 

List  his  discourse  of  war,  and  you  shall  hear 

A  fearful  battle  rendered  you  in  music ; 

Turn  him  to  any  cause  of  policy, 

The  Gordian  knot  of  it  he  will  unloose, 

Familiar  as  his  garter ;  that  when  he  speaks 

The  air,  a  chartered  libertine,  is  still, 

And  the  mute  wonder  lurketh  in  men's  ears, 

To  steal  his  sweet  and  honeyed  sentences. 

Henry  Fifth. 

48.  He  ever  loved 

The  ornaments  of  life,  and  claimed  his  due 
Of  rank  and  state ;  delighted  in  the  blaze 
Of  arms,  and  glistering  face  of  war ;  and  bore 
Himself  from  his  most  tender  years,  like  one 

Conscious  of  nobleness. 

HILLHOUSE — Hadad. 


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49.  Most  learned  in  dogs  and  and  horses. 

KNOWLES — Love  Chase. 

50.  When  religious  sects  run  mad, 

He  holds  in  spite  of  all  his  learning, 
That  if  a  man's  belief  is  bad, 

It  will  not  be  improved  by  burning. 

PRAED — The  Vicar. 

51.  One 

Whose  yesterdays  look  backward  with  a  smile, 
Nor  like  the  Parthian  wound  him  as  they  fly. 

YCTUNG — Night  Thoughts. 

52.  He  hears  merry  tales  and  smiles  not.     I  fear  he  will 

prove  the  weeping  philosopher  when  he  grows  old, 
being  so  full  of  unmannerly  sadness  in  his  youth. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

53.  Zealous  yet  modest,  innocent  though  free ; 
Patient  of  toil ;  serene,  amid  alarms  ; 
Inflexible  in  faith,  invincible  in  arms. 

BEATTIE — Minstrel. 

54.  He  keeps  no  reckoning  with  his  sweets  and  sours, 
He'll  hold  a  sullen  countenance  for  hours, 

And  then  if  pleased  to  cheer  himself  a  space, 
Look  for  immediate  rapture  in  your  face, 
And  wonder  that  a  cloud  could  still  be  there 
How  small  soever,  when  his  own  is  fair. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Rimini. 


WHAT  IS  THE  NAME  OF  YOUR  LADY-LOVE  ? 


I  asked  my  fair,  one  happy  day, 

What  I  should  call  her  in  my  lay ; 

By  what  sweet  name  from  Rome,  or  Greece, 

Neaera,  Laura,  Daphne,  Chloris, 

Carina,  Lalage,  or  Doris, 

Dorimene  or  Lucrece  ? 

• 

"  Ah,"  replied  my  gentle  fair, 

"  Dear  one,  what  are  names  but  air  1 

Choose  thou  whatever  suits  the  line  ; 

Call  me  Laura,  call  me  Chloris, 

Call  me  Lalage,  or  Doris, 

Only — only — call  me  thine  !" 

COLERIDGE. 

Really  people 

Who  christen  people,  ought  to  pause  a  little, 
And  think  what  they're  about. 

LEIGH  HUNT — From  the  Italian  of  Casa, 


a^ 


WHAT  IS  THE  NAME  OF  YOUR  LADY-LOVE? 


HEY  call  her  Katharine,  that  do  talk 
of  her. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

Isabella  came 
Armed  with  a  resistless  flame, 

And  the  artillery  of  her  eye. 

COWLEY — Chronicle. 

If  zealous  Love  should  go  in  search  of  virtue, 
Where  should  he  find  it  purer  than  in  Blanche  ? 

King  John. 

2.  We  cannot  easily  define 

If  monarchs  reign  by  right  divine  ; 
One  point  we  readily  can  prove, 
JZliza's  throne  was  given  by — Love. 


3.  Isabel, 

The  dark-eyed  spiritual  Isabel! 


BERANGER. 


N.  P.  WILLIS. 


4.  With  Leonora  it  shall  be  your  fate 
To  be  entwined  forever — but  too  late. 

BYRON — Lament  of  Tasso. 


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5.  Your  Sara  came,  with  gentlest  look  divine  ; 
Bright  shone  her  eye,  yet  tender  was  its  beam. 

COLERIDGE. 

6.  Thou,  Julia,  thou  hast  metamorphosed  him ! 
Made  him  neglect  his  studies,  lose  his  time, 
War  with  good  counsel,  set  the  world  at  nought, 
Made  wit  with  nursing  weak,  heart-sick  with  though 

Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 

7.  What  can  be  the  matter  with  Lizzie,  her  cheek 

That  of  late  has  been  dimpleless,  colorless,  cold, 
Has  gathered  a  glow  and  a  glory,  that  speak 
Like  an  eloquent  voice  of  a  rapture  untold  ? 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

8.  There's  not  a  bonnie  bird  that  sings 

But  minds  you  o'  your  Jean. 

BURNS. 

9.  Adieu  to  sweet  Mary  forever ! 

From  her  you  must  quickly  depart ; 
Though  the  fates  you  from  each  other  sever, 
Still  her  image  will  dwell  in  your  heart.* 

BYRON. 


10.  Anne  loves  thee  not,  for  I  know  Anne's  mind  as  well 
as  another. 

Merry  Wives  of  Windsor. 

*  The  earliest  lines  written  by  Lord  Byron,  in  1804. 


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11.  Marian,  who  makes  your   heart  and  very  rhymes 

run  o'er. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

12.  Ye  hours  of  expectation,  quickly  fly, 
And  bring  on  hours  of  blest  reality, 

When  thou  shalt  Laura  see,  beside  her  stand, 
Hear  her  sweet  voice,  and  press  her  yielded  hand. 

CRABBE. 

13.  You  oft  at  midnight  wander  out, 
Wrapt  up  in  love,  and  your  capote, 
To  muse  on  beauty  and  the  skies, 
Cold  winds — and  Leonora's  eyes. 

PRAED. 

14.  You  question  not  the  heart  of  Kate,  you  cast  upon 

her  name 
No  memory  of  jealous   fear,  no  lightest  shade  of 

blame ; 
You  know  that  you  have  loved  her  long,  with  deep 

and  secret  truth, 
You  know  she  is  a  fitting  one  to  bless  your  trusting 

youth. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

15.  Yes  there  is  one  true  heart,  that  heart  is  thine, 
Fond  Emmdine  ! 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

16.  Forever  wilt  thou,  fond  enthusiast,  rove 

With  Julias  spirit,  through  the  shadowy  grove. 


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Gaze  with  delight  on  every  scene  she  planned, 
Kiss  every  flower  planted  by  her  hand. 

CAMPBELL. 

17.  Sarah!  Her  face  so  formed  of  smiles, — 

Her  pulses  beat  with  glee ! 
Each  look  and  motion  seeming  still 
As  tuned  to  harmony. 

MARIA  JAMES. 

18.  With  all  the  fervency  of  youth, 
While  passion  told  the  tale  of  truth, 
You  marked  your  Hannatis  downcast  eye, 
'Twas  kind,  but  beautifully  shy. 

JAMES  MONTGOMERY. 

19.  "  Come  back,  Sir,"  said  Kate,  "recollect  from  to-day 
When  I  tell  you  to  lave  me,  I  mane  ye  shall  stay." 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

20.  A  wit  herself,  Amelia  weds  a  wit. 

YOUNG — Love  of  Fame. 

21.  Mary  !  Since  first  you  knew  her  to  this  hour, 
Your  love  hath  deepened,  with  the  wiser  sense 
Of  what  in  woman  is  to  reverence ; 

Her  clear  heart  fresh  as  e'er  was  forest  flower, 
Still  opens  more  to  you  its  beauteous  dower. 

JAMES  LOWELL. 

22.  Clarinda,  mistress  of  your  soul. 

BURNS. 


Ill 

23.  "  Let  me  find 

A  sweet  young  lover  with  an  aged  mind:" 
Thus  Lilla  prayed. 

WILLIAM  DRUMMOND. 

24.  Melinda,  formed  with  every  grace  complete, 
Yet  these  neglecting  above  beauty  wise. 

THOMSON — Autumn. 

25.  Oh,  Anne,  your  offences  to  him  have  been  grievous ! 
I  thought  from  his  wrath  no  atonement  would  save 

you ; 

But  woman  is  made  to  command  and  deceive  us 
He  looked  in  your  face,  and  he  almost  forgave  you. 

BYRON. 

26.  Few  sorrows  hath  she  of  her  own, 
Your  hope,  your  joy,  your  Genevieve  ! 

COLERIDGE. 

27.  Eliza  to  this  hour  might  reign, 
Had  she  not  evil  counsels  ta'en ; 

Fundamental  laws  she  broke, 
Still  new  favorites  she  chose, 
Till  up  in  arms  your  passions  rose, 

And  cast  away  her  yoke. 

COWLEY — Chronicles. 

28.  Airy,  fairy  Lillian! 
Flitting,  fairy  Lillian ! 

When  thou  askest  if  she  love  thee, 
Claps  her  tiny  hands  above  thee, 


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Laughing  all  she  can. 
She'll  not  tell  thee  if  she  love  thee, 

Cruel  little  Lillian ! 

A.  TENNYSON. 

29.  Young  Mary  Anna,  on  whose  youthful  cheek 
But  thirteen  years  has  kindled  up  the  rose. 

MRS.  OILMAN—  T/ie  Young  Heroine  of  Slono. 

30.  When  maidens  such  as  Hester  die, 
Their  place  ye  may  not  well  supply, 
Though  ye  among  a  thousand  try. 

LAMB. 

31.  Content  decked  in  smiles  spreads  her  pastoral  store, 

And  Miranda  prepares  the  repast. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 

32.  Annie  of ,  thy  light  and  thy  sun ! 

The  threads  of  your  two  lives  are  woven  in  one. 

SIMON  BACH. 

33.  Thy  tears  are  for  Edith,  the  fairest,  the  best. 

BROWN. 

34.  A  promise  has  your  Lucy  made, 

And  will  your  heart  its  claim  resign, 
That  ere  May  flowers  again  should  fade, 
Her  hand  and  heart  should  both  be  thine  ? 

BLOOMFIELD. 

35.  You  like  lady  Adeline's  braids  smooth  and  glossy. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 


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36.  Not  that  I  deem  it  matter  of  surprise 

That  you  should  love  to  gaze  at  Phoebe's  eyes. 

BLOOMFIELD. 

37.  Oh,  would  her  name  were  Grace ! 
—  It  is  Grace  indeed. 

Winter's  Tale. 


38.  Emma  !  'tis  a  name  to  wake 
Poesy  for  its  own  sake. 


BERNARD  BARTON. 


39.  Perhaps  thy  loved  Lucinda  shares  thy  walk, 
With  soul  attuned  to  thine. 

THOMSON  —  Spring. 

40.  Sophia  ;  it  would  please  me  passing  well, 
Before  we  part  on  so  much  worth  to  dwell. 

CRABBE. 

41.  The  lily  pure  that  scents  the  vale, 

Fresh  gilt  wi'  morning  beams  and  dew, 
The  rose  that  blushing  scents  the  gale, 

Wi'  Helen's  matched  would  tyne  their  hue. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 

42.  The  idol  of  your  heart, 

The  fair  Adele. 

MARIA  JAMES. 

43.  Heaven  and  virtue  guard  your  Annie. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 

44.  Gertrude,  in  all  her  loveliness  and  bloom. 

HALLECK. 


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45.  Julia,  more  than  lily  fair, 

More  blooming  than  the  budding  rose. 

R.  FERGUSON. 

46.  Florence,  she  so  loved  ! 

DRAKE. 

47.  With  more  than  Jewish  reverence,  as  yet, 

Do  you  the  sacred  name  conceal : — 
"When,  ye  kind  stars,  ah  when  will  it  be  fit, 

This  gentle  mystery  to  reveal  ? 
When  will  your  love  be  named,  and  you  possess 

That  christening  badge  of  happiness  ? 

COWLEY. 

48.  Your  wondrous  rare  description 

Of  beauteous  Margaret,  hath  astonished  me  ; 
Her  virtues,  graced  with  external  gifts, 
Do  breed  love's  settled  passion  in  the  heart. 

Henry  Sixth. 

49.  Rachel,  meek-eyed  maid ! 

A  child  of  gracious  Nature,  ever  neat 
And  never  fine,  a  flowret  simply  sweet. 

CRABBE —  Tales  of  the  Hall. 

50.  Wreathed  in  its  dark-brown  curls,  her  hair 
Half  hides  Matilda's  forehead  fair. 

SCOTT — Rokeby. 

51.  Modest  and  sweet, 

Congenial  with  thy  mind  and  character, 

High-born  Augusta. 

WORDSWORTH. 


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52.  Fanny,  'twas  with  her  name  your  song  began. 

HALLECK. 

53.  You  love,  when  with  a  graceful  pride 
You  see  the  fair  Louisa  glide 
Along  the  dance's  glittering  row, 
With  footsteps  soft  as  falling  snow. 

JOHN  WILSON. 

54.  Fair  as  a  summer  dream  is  Margaret, 
Such  dream  as  in  a  poet's  soul  may  start, 
Musing  of  old  loves  while  the  moon  doth  set. 

LOWELL. 

55.  Julia  walking  on  the  heath, 

With  the  pale  moon  above  her. 

PRAED. 

56.  Dear  neighbor  Constance, 

You'll  give  horses,  dogs,  and  all  for  Constance ! 

KNOWLES — Love  Chase. 

5Y.  Maria  pities  you  too  late. 

YOUNG — Force  of  Religion. 

58.  Cease  to  mourn, 
Lament  not  Hannah's  happy  state, 

You  may  be  happy  in  your  turn, 
And  seize  the  treasure  you  regret. 

COLLINS. 

59.  Jane  happening  to  be  hemming  frills. 

PRAED. 


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60.  A  smile  is  struggling  with  a  tear 

In  Mary's  eye  of  truth, 
In  Mary's  heart  are  love  and  fear, 

At  Mary's  feet  a  youth. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

61.  One  name  is  Elizabeth. 

BEN  JONSON. 

62.  Oh,  what  are  you  to  love  her,  your  beloved,  your 

Geraldine  ? 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 

63.  Henrietta  like  a  muse  inspires. 

YOUNG — Love  of  Fame. 

64.  Anna,  with  the  faint  rose  shade 
That  trembles  on  her  cheek,  but  in  her  lips 

Deepens  to  crimson. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

65.  Come  weal,  come  woe,  you  care  na  by, 

You'll  tak  what  Heaven  will  sen'  ye  0, 
Nae  ither  care  in  life  to  try, 

But  live  and  love  your  Nannie  0. 


BURNS. 


66.  Ever  at  early  dawn,  and  close  of  day, 
Oh,  be  Amanda  s  toil  to  thine  allied ; 
Labor  shall  lead  her  smiling  to  thy  side, 
So  but  a  smile  of  thine  her  toil  repay. 


WlELAND. 


167.  Flow  on,  thou  shining  river, 
But  ere  thou  reach  the  sea, 


til 

Seek  Ellas  bower,  and  give  her 
The  wreath  he  flings  o'er  thee. 

MOORE. 

68.  Sweet  is  the  rose  in  the  gay  dewy  morning, 

And  sweet  is  the  lily  at  evening's  close ; 
But  in  the  fair  presence  o'  lovely  young  Jessie, 
Unseen  is  the  lily,  unheeded  the  rose. 

BURNS. 

69.  Harriet  is  in  truth 

A  tall,  fair  beauty,  in  the  bloom  of  youth. 

CRABBE. 

70.  Lo,  at  her  feet  see  him  kneeling  the  while — 
Eloise!  Eloise  !  why  do  you  smile  ? 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

71.  With  you  they  strive  to  join  Lavinias  hand, 
But  dire  portents  the  purposed  match  withstand. 

DRYDEN —  Virgil. 

72.  Sarah's  love  thy  noble  mind  prepares ; 
Shows  thee  thy  dangers,  duties,  sorrows,  cares. 

MRS.  BARBAULD. 

73.  Of  beauty  the  paragon,  she  is  called  Katy  ! 

In  order  arranged  are  her  bright-flowing  tresses, 
The  thread  of  a  spider  their  fineness  expresses, 
And  softer  her  check  that  is  mantled  with  blushes, 
Than  the  drift  of  the  snow  or  the  pulp  of  the  rushes, 
Ballad  Poetry  of  Ireland. 


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74.  0,  marry  him  to  one  Frances  ! 


Love's  Labor  Lost. 


75.  How  deep  that  blush,  how  deep  that  sigh  ! 
And  why  does  Lucy  shun  thine  eye  ? 

SCOTT — Bridal  of  Triermain. 

76.  When  tongues  speak  sweetly,  then  they  name  her 

name, 
And  Rosaline  they  call  her. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

77.  Thy  Jane  is  fair  to  every  eye, 

How  more  than  earthly  fair  to  thee ! 
Her  very  beauty  makes  thee  sigh 
To  think  that  it  should  ever  flee. 

STIRLING—  The  Sexton's  Daughter. 

78.  Devoted  constancy,  and  faith,  and  truth, 
Dwell  in  that  syllable  of  sweetness — Ruth. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

79.  Louisa  looks  the  queen  of  knitters  ! 

PRAED. 

80.  A  sweeter  maid  is  by  thy  side 

Than  things  of  dreams  can  be ; 
First  precious  love  to  her  thou'lt  give, 
And,  Alice,  thou  art  she  ! 

NlCOLL. 

81.  They'll  tell  your  Clara  you  have  seemed 

Of  late  another's  charm  to  woo. 

MRS.  BARBAULD. 


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82.  Poor  Fanny  !  now  I  think  I  see  her  blush 
All  red  and  rosy,  while  I   beat  the  bush, 

"  And  hide  your  secret,"  said  I,  "if  you  dare ;" 
So  out  it  came,  like  an  affrighted  hare. 

CRABBE. 

83.  You  look  at  Georgina's  soft  tress  as  it  flows. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

84.  Her  head 

Bowed  down  with  beauty,  and  with  tenderness, 
And  lowly  thought,  your  own  Teresa. 

HEMANS — Scenes  of  Life. 

85.  Ellen's  voice  in  the  breeze  may  you  hear, 

Still  see  in  bright  clouds,  the  kind  beams  of  her  eye. 

MRS.  OPIE. 

86.  The  same  as  she  hath  ever  been, 
The  loved  the  lovely  Magdelen  ! 

HALLECK. 

87.  A  fairer  form  than  cherub  loves, 
And  let  the  name  be  Caroline. 

CAMPBELL. 

88.  Constantia,  turn ! 
In  thy  dark  eyes  a  power  like  light  doth  lie. 

SHELLEY. 

89.  Thy  Anna's  heart  is  bound  to  thine. 

ETTRICK  SHEPHERD, 


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90.  She  wears  your  last  look  in  her  soul, 

Which  said  "  I  love  but  thee, 

Margret !  Margret  /" 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 

91.  Come,  thou,  Amanda,  come,  pride  of  his  song  ! 
Formed  by  the  Graces,  loveliness  itself ! 

Come  with  those  downcast  eyes,  sedate  and  sweet, 
Those  looks  demure,  that  deeply  pierce  the  soul ! 

THOMSON — Spring. 

92.  Beautiful!  beautiful! 

Passion  is  stilled 
Meeting  thy  blessed  eyes, 
Happy  Matilde  ! 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

93.  Eleanor,  with  stately  tread, 
A  vision  bright ! 

MRS.  NORTON. 

94.  Among  your  cordial  band  of  friends 
Sweet  Mary. 

DRAKE. 

95.  They  call  her  Emma. 

PRAED — Nut-Brawn  Maid. 

96.  Oh,  bonnie  as  heaven  itsel'  an'  pure 

Are  the  flowers  of  ilka  kind ; 
But  they  ha'ena  the  womanly  purity, 
0'  your  darling  Jeanie's  mind. 

NlCOLL. 


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97.  Make  Margaret  happy.     Twenty  golden  crowns, 
And  she  is  blest ! 

MRS.  DOWNING — Satan  in  Love. 

98.  Miss  Florence,  the   young   milliner,  blue-eyed   and 

bright, 
In  the  front  parlor  over  her  shop. 

HALLECK. 

99.  Mary  then,  and  gentle  Anne, 
Both  to  reign  at  once  began, 

Alternately  they  swayed ; 
And  sometimes  Mary  is  the  fair, 
And  sometimes  Anne  the  crown  doth  wear, 

And  sometimes  both  have  swayed. 

COWLEY — Chronicle. 

100.  You  have  ransacked  the  world  through  each  part, 

And  at  length  have  selected  your  fair ; 
From  each  bosom  she  steals  every  heart, 

But  her  name ask  me  not  to  declare. 

SHENSTONE. 

101.  Her  kindness  and  her  worth  to  spy 
You  need  but  gaze  on  Ellen's  eye. 

SCOTT — Lady  of  the  Lake. 

102.  The  well-known  lock  of  auburn  hair, 

That  once  was  hers — that  now  is  thine, 
Will  oft  to  pensive  memory  bear, 
The  lovely  name  of  Caroline. 

H.  F.  GOULD. 


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103.  Oh !  had  I  words  of  fire,  I  could  not  paint 
Your  Mary — in  her  majesty  of  mind 
Expressing  half  the  queen,  and  half  the  saint. 

ELLIOTT. 

104.  The  accomplished  swain 
Beheld  Mario,,  and  confessed  her  reign. 

CRABBE — Posthumous  Papers. 

105.  Mary,  meek  listener  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

HEMANS — Scenes  of  Life. 

106.  As  sings  the  bird  sings  Lucy,  all  her  art 
A  voice,  in  which  you  listen  to  the  heart. 

The  New  Timon. 

107.  Dost  thou  forget  poor  Lydia? — Lydia? — No. 

JOHN  SHEPPARD — An  Autumn  Dream. 

108.  Eliza!  What  fools  are  the  Musselmen  sect, 

Who  to  woman  deny  the  soul's  future  existence ! 
Could  they  see  thee,  Eliza,  they'd  own  their  defect, 
And  this  doctrine  would  meet  with  a  general 

resistance. 

BYROX. 

|  109.  Judith, 

Prudent  in  mind. 

Alfred  of  England's  Metres  of  Bodhius. 

110.  The  snow-flake  that  the  cliff  receives, 
The  diamonds  of  the  showers, 


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Spring's  tender  blossoms,  buds  and  leaves, 

The  sisterhood  of  flowers, 
Morn's  early  beam,  eve's  balmy  breeze, 

Her  purity  define ; 
But  Ida's  dearer  far  than  these 

To  that  fond  breast  of  thine. 

MORRIS. 

110.  Young  Emily  has  temples  fair, 

Caressed  by  locks  of  dark-brown  hair ; 
A  thousand  sweet  humanities 
Speak  wisely  from  her  hazel  eyes  ; 
Her  speech  is  ignorant  of  command, 
But  it  can  lead  you  like  a  hand ; 
Her  white  teeth  sparkle  when  the  eclipse 
Is  laughter-moved,  of  her  red  lips ; 
She  moves,  all  grace,  with  gliding  limbs, 
As  a  white-breasted  cygnet  swims. 

COOKE — A  Proem  to  the  Froissart  Ballads. 


YOtJR  LOVER'S  NAME. 


QUINCE.  To  all  our  company  here  1 

BOTTOM.  You  were  best  to  call  them  generally,  man  by  man, 

according  to  the  scrip. 
QUINCE.  Here  is  the  Scroll  of  every  man's  Name. 

Midsummer  Night's  Dream. 

JULIA.  Of  all  the  fair  resort  of  gentlemen 

That  every  day  with  parle  encounter  me, 
In  thy  opinion  which  is  worthiest  love  ? 

LUCY.  Please  you  repeat  their  Names. 

Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 


MAY  I  TELL  YOUR  LOVER'S  NAME? 


,  I  heard  thee  in  the  Spring, 
Thee  and  Robert — through  the  trees, — 
And  the  sound  grew  into  word, 
As  the  speakers  drew  more  near. 
Sweet,  forgive  me,  that  I  heard 
What  you  wished  me  not  to  hear. 

ELIZ.  B.  BARRETT. 

2.  Lawrence,  of  virtuous  father  virtuous  son. 

MILTON. 

3.  Edicard  lo  !  to  sudden  fate 

(Weave  the  woof,  the  thread  is  spun), 
Half  of  thy  heart  we  consecrate ; 
The  web  is  wove,  the  work  is  done. 

GRAY—  The  Bard. 

4.  I  own  I  thought  Alonzo  most  your  friend  ! 

YOUNG—  The  Revenge. 

5.  George  with  all  his  resolution  strove, 

To  check  the  progress  of  his  growing  love. 

BLOOMFIELD. 


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6.  Your  father  and  mother  tould  Dan, 

That  you're  three  years  owre  young  yet  to  hae'  a  gude 
man. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 

7.  Thou  lovcst  him,  for  his  name  is  Will. 

SHAKSPEARE — Sonnet. 

8.  Joe  is  advancing  in  knowledge, 

He  begs  me  to  send  his  regard. 

PRAED — Quince. 

9.  Jonathan  the  joy  and  grace, 

The  beautifullest  and  best  of  human  race. 

COWLEY. 

10.  No,  no,  Mr.  Frost,  you  may  peep  if  you  please 
Over  the  mountains  and  through  the  trees, 

You  may  do  what  you  will,  and  she  shall  not  fear, 
For  she  is  determined  you  shan't  come  here. 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 

11.  Young  David  he's  a  ruddy  lad 

With  silken  sunny  locks. 

H.  F.  GOULD. 

12.  ./Tm^-bred  up  in  modest  lore. 

CHURCHILL. 

13.  Poor  Jack — no  matter  who — for  when  I  blame, 
I  pity,  and  must  therefore  sink  the  name. 

C  o  WPE  R — Retirement. 


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14.  You  cannot  believe 

That  James  can  lie,  or  purpose  to  deceive. 

CRABBE—  Tales  of  the  Hall. 

15.  Man  still  with  guile  and  faithless  love 

Is  charged,  perhaps  too  true  ; 
But  may,  dear  maid,  each  lover  prove 

An  Edwin  still  to  you. 

BURNS. 

16.  How  now,  Frank  !  Why  art  thou  melancholy  ? 

Merry  Wives  of  Windsor. 

17.  As  you  smile  or  frown,  John  lives  or  dies  ; 

His  dress,  speech,  gesture,  studies,  friendships,  all 
Being  fashioned  to  your  liking. 

CHARLES  LAMB — John  Woodvil. 

18.  Here  is  Richard — poor  indeed — but — nay 
This  is  self-torment — foolish  thoughts  away  ! 

CRABBE —  Tales. 

19.  Henry,  thy  Henry  with  eternal  truth. 

PRIOR — Nut- Brown  Maid. 

20.  The  sigh  that  rends  thy  constant  heart, 

Shall  break  thy  Edwin's  too. 

GOLDSMITH. 

21.  Dawn  of  affection  !     Love's  delicious  sigh ! 
Caught  from  the  lightnings  of  a  speaking  eye, 
That  leads  the  heart  to  rapture  or  to  woe, 

'Tis  Walter's  fate  the  maddening  power  to  know. 

BLOOMFIELD. 


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22.  A  little  man  with  a  face  of  glee, 

The  neighbors  call  him  Tim  the  Tacket ! 

O 

MOTHERWELL. 

23.  Tom  you  shall  meet  again,  and  yet 

I  cannot  give  you  his  direction. 

PRAED — Quince. 


24.  Ned  beholds  with  wondering  eyes, 

ii 

MRS.  OSGOOD. 


And  feels  his  fond  confiding  banished. 


25.  Spencer  is  the  name, 

'Tis  rumored  round,  thy  better  days  have  known. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

26.  Poor  crazy  Robert,  his  hair  has  turned  gray, 

His  beard  has  grown  long,  and  hangs  down  to  his 
breast ! 

JANE  TAYLOR. 

27.  I'll  call  him  Peter. 

King  John. 

28.  What !  is  the  blush  already  on  your  cheek? 
You  think  of  Sam  I  am  about  to  speak. 


29.  How  handsome  Frederic  is  by  all's  confessed, 
How  well  he  looks,  how  fashionably  dressed ! 
And  then  he  loves  you  more  than  mind  can  guess, 
Than  heart  conceive,  or  eloquence  express. 

CRABBE—  Tales  of  the  Hall. 


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30.  George  is  a  youth  with  spirit  strong  and  high, 
With  handsome  face,  and  penetrating  eye  ; 
O'er  his  broad  forehead  hang  his  locks  of  brown, 
And  give  a  spirit  to  his  youthful  frown. 

CRABBE—  Tales  of  the  Hall. 

31.  You  are  content  to  be  at  his  command ; 
Command,  I  mean,  of  virtuous,  chaste  intents, 
To  love  and  honor  Henry  as  your  lord. 

Henry  Sixth. 


32.  John,  who  is  figuring  in  the  gay  career 
I. 

CHARLES  LAME — John  WoodviL 


Of  blooming  manhood. 


33.  He'll  hae  misfortunes  great  and  sma', 
But  aye  a  heart  aboon  them  a', 
He'll  be  a  credit  till  us  a', 

We'll  a'  be  proud  o'  Robin. 

BURNS. 

34.  Why  make  so  much  ado  about  it  then? 
It  is  a  common  name — they  call  him  Ben. 

35.  His  simple  truths  does  Andrew  glean. 

Beside  the  babbling  rills  ; 
A  careful  student  he  has  been, 
Among  the  woods  and  hills, 

WORDSWORTH. 

36.  Of  waistcoats  Harry  has  no  lack, 

Good  dapple  gray,  and  linen  fine ; 


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He  Las  a  blanket  for  his  back, 

And  coats  enough  to  smother  nine. 

WORDSWORTH. 

37.  Thy  Edward  kneels,  and  calls  upon  thy  name. 

H.  K.  WHITE. 

38.  Epliraim  ;  a  plain  man, 
Plain  spoken,  chary  of  his  words  is  he. 

MRS.  SOUTHEY. 

39.  Meantime  the  stranger  every  voice  employed 
To  ask  or  tell  his  name.     Who  is  it?    Lloyd. 

CHURCHILL. 

40.  Your  William  dear 

In  beauty  brightens,  as  in  height  he  grows ; 
In  books  and  learning  he  finds  no  compeer. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

41.  Of  Henry's  worth  you  speak 

With  eager  warmth,  and  sparkling  eye. 

MRS.  OPIE. 

42.  Pat  is  the  urchin's  name,  a  red-haired  youth. 

HORACE  AND  J.  SMITH. 

43.  Albert  fondly  came,  and  bright 

Shone  the  sparkling  gift  he  wore, 
But  more  fair  her  smile  of  light 


Who  that  gift  of  fondness  bore. 


DR.  BROWN. 


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44.  When  Frederic  comes,  the  kind  old  ladies  smile, 
A  nice  young  man  who  comes  with  unsoiled  feet. 

CRABBE — Tales  of  the  Hall. 

45.  Joseph,  the  worthy  son  of  worthy  sire, 

Who  well  repays  his  pious  parent's  care, 
To  train  him  in  the  ways  of  virtue  fair, 
And  early  with  the  love  of  truth  inspire. 

THOMAS  EDWARDS. 

46.  Young  Edwin  lighted  by  the  evening  star, 

Lingering  and  listening. 

BE  ATTIE — Minstrel. 

47.  Long-armed  John,  with  moist  and  smutty  brow. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

48.  No  more  your  long-lost  Arthur  you  bewail. 

GRAY —  The  Bard. 

49.  Thomas,  why  to  sea  ?    You  look  too  slim 

For  that  rough  work. 

CRABBE —  Tales  of  the  Hall. 

50.  Smith,  the  genteel,  the  airy  and  the  neat. 

CHURCHILL. 

51.  The  sweet-brier  oped  its  pink-eyed  rose, 

And  gave  its  fragrance  to  the  gale ; 
Though  modest  flowers  their  sweets  disclose, 

More  sweet  was  Henry's  earnest  tale. 

BLOOMFIELD. 

52.  Here's  to  thee,  Dick,  this  whining  love  despise. 

COWLEY. 


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53.  Oliver  seems  to  thee  a  creature 

Less  of  this  earth  than  of  celestial  nature. 

R.  SOUTHEY  —  Oliver  Newman. 

54.  Dear  honest-hearted  canty  Charlie, 

To  whom  you'd  trust  baith  late  and  early. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 

55.  Twice  in  the  week  come  letters,  and  delight 
Beams  in  the  eye  of  Richard,  at  the  sight, 
Letters  of  love  all  full,  and  running  o'er, 
The  paper  filled,  till  it  can  hold  no  more, 
Crossed  with  discolored  ink,  the  doublings  full. 

CRABBE  —  Tales  of  the  Hall. 

56.  Oh,  Eugene  ! 

What  will  this  dim  world  be  to  her  Eugene, 
If  wanting  thy  bright  soul,  the  life  of  all  ! 

MRS.  HEMANS  —  Scenes  of  Life. 

5V.  How  now,  ambitious  Humphry  —  what  means  this? 

Henry  Sixth. 

58.  It's  true  you  loo'  Johnie,  he's  gude  an'  he's  bonnie, 
But  waes  me,  ye  ken  he  has  nothing  ava. 

HECTOR  MACNIEL. 


THE  PROFESSION  OR  OCCUPATION  OF 
YOUR  LOVER. 


A  smith  at  the  loom,  and  a  weaver  at  the  forge,  were  but  sorry 

craftsmen  ; 
And  a  ship  that  saileth  on  every  wind  never  shall  reach  her 

port: 
Yet  there  be  thousands  among  men  who  heed  not  the  leaning 

of  their  talents, 

But,  cutting  against  the  grain,  toil  on  to  no  good  end; 
And  the  light  of  a  thoughtful  spirit  is  quenched  beneath  the 

bushel  of  commerce, 
While  meaner  plodding  minds  are  driven  up  the  mountain  of 

philosophy. 

TUPPKR — Proverbial  Philosophy. 


SHALL  I  DECLARE  THE  PROFESSION  OR 
OCCUPATION  OF  YOUR  LOYER? 


FIRE-SIDE  Philanthropist,  great   at 
the  pen. 

GERALD  GRIFFIN — Irish  Ballads. 

2.  He  is  a  Tailor,  madam, 

That  holds  intelligence  with  foreign 
courts. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Sisters. 

3.  Brave,  generous,  rich  in  all  the  qualities 
Of  Soldier,  citizen,  and  friend. 

BYRON — Doge  of  Venice. 

4.  The  Patriot  passion  he  shall  strongly  feel, 
Ardent,  and  glowing  with  undaunted  zeal ; 
With  lips  of  fire  shall  plead  his  country's  cause, 
And  vindicate  the  majesty  of  laws. 

MRS.  BARBAULD — The  Invitation. 

5.  The  good  old  man  with  some  anxiety, 

Then   asked    how   fate,    his   future    course   would 
mark  ? 


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The  sprite  replied,  "  The  infant  first  will  be 
Boots  at  an  inn,  then  printer,  then  a  Clerk."" 

BERANGER. 

6.  To  farming  solely  by  a  passion  led, 
Or  by  a  fashion  ;  curious  in  his  land, 

Now  planning  much,  now  changing  what  he's  planned, 
Pleased  by  each  trial,  not  by  failures  vexed, 
And  ever  certain  to  succeed  the  next ; 
Quick  to  resolve,  and  easy  to  persuade, 
He  is  a  gentleman  a  Farmer  made. 

CRABBE — Tlie  Borough. 

7.  A  Poet,  one  who  loves  the  brooks 

Far  better  than  the  sages'  books. 

WORDSWORTH. 

8.  By  fortune's  wild  caprice, 

First  doomed  to  be  a  Lawyer,  and  next  thrust 
Into  the  full  accoutrements  of  war, 
And  regimental  lace. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE — TJie  Dream  of  Life. 

9.  He'll  keep 

A  retail  dry-goods  shop  in Street, 

And  nurse  his  little  earnings  sure,  though  slow ; 

'Till  having  mustered  wherewithal  to  meet 

The  gaze  of  the  great  world,  he'll  breathe  the  air 

Of  Street,  and  "  set  up"  in Square. 

HALLECK — Fanny. 

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10.  A  shrewd  and  sound  Divine, 
Of  loud  Dissent  the  mortal  terror. 

PRAED—  The  Vicar. 

11.  •      Beautified, 
With  goodly  shape,  and  by  his  own  report 
A  Linguist. 

Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 

12.  Lo,  that  small  office !  there  the  incautious  guest 
Goes  blindfold  in,  and  that  maintains  the  rest ; 
There  in  his  web  the  observant  spider  lies, 
And  peers  about  for  fat  intruding  flies. 

CRABBE — The  Borough. 

13.  There  is  none  like  him  in  this  wide  world, 
To  speak  of  Physic,  and  of  Surgery. 

CHAUCER. 

14.  A  Merchant  of  great  traffic  through  the  world. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

15.  'Tis  his  to  fill  with  gas  the  huge  baloon  of  Party. 

HALLECK — Fanny. 

16.  A  Botanist,  within  whose  province  fall 
The  cedar,  and  the  hyssop  on  the  wall, 

And  all  that  decks  the  lanes,  the  fields,  the  bowers. 

COWPER. 

17.  He's  busy  in  the  Cotton  trade, 
And  Sugar  line. 

HALLECK. 


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18.  I  do  remember  an  Apothecary, 
And  hereabout  he  dwells  ! 

Romeo  and  Juliet. 

19.  A  man,  who  in  the  Senate-house 
Watchful,  imhired,  unbribed,  and  uncorrupt, 
And  party  only  to  the  common  weal, 

In  virtue's  awful  eye,  pleads  for  the  right 
With  truth  so  clear,  with  argument  so  strong, 
With  action  so  sincere,  and  tone  so  loud 
And  deep,  as  makes  the  despot  quake. 

POLL  OK — Course  of  Time. 

20.  Physic  and  law  were  both  in  turn  proposed, 

He  weighed  them  nicely,  and  with  Physic  closed. 

CRABBE. 


21.  He  will  forge  vast  railways,  and  will  heat 
The  hissing  rivers  into  steam. 

BRYANT. 

22.  A  Soldier,  statesman. 

Winter's  Tale. 

23.  He  will  be  Schoolmaster,  and  undertake  the  teaching 

of  the  maid. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

24.  The  reverend  reader  of  the  text  divine  ; 
God's  sacred  messenger,  man's  earthly  guide, 
Whose  own  pure  life  like  crystal  sand  doth  glide. 

R.  M.  CHARLTON. 


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25.  He  is  a  very  perfect  Practiser; 

The  cause  once  known  and  root  of  the  disease, 
Anon  he'll  place  the  sick  man  at  his  ease. 

CHAUCER. 

26.  A  peaceful  man 

Is  he,  and  bred  a  Manufacturer. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE. 

27.  He  is  a  Trustee  of  a  Savings  Bank. 

HALLECK —  Fanny. 

28.  He  writes  too,  in  a  quiet  way, 

Small  treatises  and  smaller  verses  ; 
And  sage  remarks  on  chalk  and  clay, 

And  hints  to  noble  lords  and  nurses.       •  . 

PRAED — The  Vicar. 

29.  To  shine  in  Science  o'er  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Each  varying  plant,  each  tortuous  root  to  know, 
How  latent  pests  from  lucid  waters  flow, 

All  the  deep  bosom  of  the  air  contains, 
Fire's  parent  strength,  and  earth's  prolific  veins. 

LANDOR. 

30.  He  will,  having  both  the  key 

Of  Officer  and  office,  set  all  hearts  in  the  State 
To  what  tune  please  his  ear. 

TEMPEST. 

31.  The  Worker  he, 

The  builder  up  of  things,  and  of  himself. 

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32.  A  man  of  Law,  a  man  of  peace, 
To  frame  a  contract  or  a  lease. 

CRABBE. 

33.  All  the  wealth  he  has 

Runs  in  his  veins.     He  is  a  Gentleman. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

34.  Conning  o'er  his  daily  sales, 
With  eager  eye  and  scent,  upon  the  watch 
Not  to  be  overbargained. 

W.  G.  SIMMS. 

35.  A  Laborer,  whose  only  care 
•   His  daily  food  is  to  prepare. 

Pierre  de  Ronsard. 

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36.  A  potent  Quack  long  versed  in  human  ills, 
Who  first  insults  the  victim  whom  he  kills. 

CRABBE. 

37.  A  Statesman,  in  the  van 
Of  public  business  trained  and  bred. 

WORDSWORTH. 

38.  He  will  be  forced  to  drudge  for  the  dregs  of  men, 
And  scrawl  strange  words  with  the  barbarous  pen, 
And  mingle  among  the  jostling  crowd, 

Where  the  sons  of  strife  are  subtle  and  loud. 

BRYANT. 

39.  He  makes  acquaintanceship  with  plants  and  flowers, 
And  happy  grows  in  telling  all  their  names. 

POLLOK. 


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40.  A  Cleric, 

By  coming  patronage  beguiled  and  vext. 

WORDSWORTH. 

41.  Ambassador  for  Christ, ,  honored  in  the  English 

Church  among  her  theologians. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE. 

42.  A  Dean, 
Rich,  fat,  and  rather  apoplectic. 

PRAED. 

43.  A  man 
Exalted  by  the  people  to  the  throne 
Of  government,  established  on  the  base 
Of  justice,  liberty,  and  equal  right. 

POLLOK. 

44.  He  has  been  tempted  to  intrust 
His  expectations  to  the  fickle  winds, 
And  perilous  waters, — with  the  mariners 
A  fellow  Marine?'. 

WORDSWORTH. 

45.  Graceful  he'll  tread  the  Stage,  and  be  in  turn 
The  prince  we  honor,  and  the  knave  we  spurn ; 
Bravely  to  bear  the  tumult  of  the  crowd, 

The  hiss  tremendous,  and  the  censure  loud, 
A  cheerful  look  assume,  and  play  the  part 
Of  happy  rover,  with  repining  heart : 
Then  cast  off  care,  and  in  the  mimic  pain 


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Of  tragic  woe,  feel  spirits  light  and  vain, 
Distress  and  hope — the  mind's,  the  body's  wear, 
The  man's  affliction,  and  the  actor's  tear. 

CRABBE — The  Borough. 

46.  There  stands  the  Messenger  of  Truth,  there  stands 
The  legate  of  the  skies  !  his  theme  divine, 
His  office  sacred,  his  credentials  clear ! 

COWPKR. 

4V.  An  anxious  city  seeks  and  finds  him, 
In  a  blessed  day  of  joy  and  pride, 
Sceptres  his  jewelled  hand,  and  crowns  him 
Her  chief,  her  guardian,  and  her  guide. 

HALLECK. 

48.  His  limbs  are  strong,  his  shoulders  broad, 

His  hands  were  made  to  pleugh, — 
He's  rough  without,  but  sound  within, 

His  heart  is  bauldly  true. 
He  toils  at  e'en,  he  toils  at  morn, 

His  work  is  never  through, 
A  coming  life  of  weary  toil 

Is  ever  in  his  view. 
But  on  he  trudges,  keeping  aye 

A  stout  heart  to  the  brae, — 
And  proud  to  be  an  honest  man, 

Until  his  dying  day. 

NlCOLL. 


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49.  A  Poet,  broadly  spreading 
The  golden  immortalities 

Of  his  own  soul  on  natures  lorn 

And  poor  of  such  ;  beneath  his  treading, 

Earth's  flowers  being  streaked  with  hues  of  Eden, 

And  stars  drawn  downward  by  his  looks 

To  shine  more  clearly  in  his  books. 

Euz.  B.  BARRETT. 

50.  Gumming  in  Greek,  Latin,  and  other  languages. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

51.  He  will  make  mighty  engines  swim  the  sea, 

Like  its  own  monsters. 

BRYANT. 

52.  He  will  launch  his  bark 

On  the  distempered  flood  of  Public  life. 

WORDSWORTH. 

53.  Cunning  in  Music. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

His  daily  task  to  guide  the  laboring  steer, 
Plant  the  low  shrub,  remove  the  unsightly  mound, 
Or  nurse  the  flower,  or  tend  the  humming  swarm  ; 
So  in  his  breast  content  and  health  shall  dwell, 
And  conscious  bliss,  and  love  of  nature's  charm. 

JOHN  BAMPFYLDE. 

54.  A  Messenger,  commissioned  to  announce 
The  resurrection,  and  the  life  to  come. 

GRAHAME. 


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Far  from  the  muses'  Academic  grove, 
'Tis  his  the  vast  and  trackless  deep  to  rove, 
Alternate  change  of  climate  must  be  known, 
And  felt  the  fierce  extremes  of  either  zone. 

FALCONER. 

55.  A  wise  Judge  by  the  craft  of  the  law  ne'er  seduced 

from  its  purpose. 

SOUTHEY. 

56.  He  sits, 

Month  after  month,  devising  impost  laws  ; 
And  gives  some  portion  of  his  midnight  vigils 
To  mitigate,  if  not  remove  all  wrong. 

GRAHAME. 

57.  Learning  grows 

Beneath  his  care,  a  thriving  vigorous  plant. 

COWPER. 

58.  A  skilful  workman  he 

In  God's  great  moral  vineyard,  what  to  prune 
With  cautious  hand  he  knows,  what  to  uproot. 

POLLOK. 

59.  Lo  on  that  cushion  where  he  sits  sublime 
(His  woolsack  now)  the  future  Chancellor  ! 

CAROLINE  BOWLES. 

60.  He'll  stand 

With  Auctioneering  hammer  in  his  hand, 


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Provoking  to  give  more,  and  knocking  thrice 
For  the  old  household  stuff,  or  picture's  price ! 

DRYDEN. 

61.  With  a  fair  bride  most  rich  in  gifts  of  mind, 
Nor  sparingly  endowed  with  worldly  wealth, 
His  Office  he'll  relinquish,  and  retire 

From  the  world's  notice  to  a  rural  home. 

WORDSWORTH — Excursion. 

62.  Under  a  spreading  chestnut  tree, 

The  village  smithy  stands  ; 
The  Smith  a  mighty  man  is  he, 

With  large  and  sinewy  hands  ; 
And  the  muscles  of  his  brawny  arms 


Are  strong  as  iron  bands. 


LONGFELLOW. 


63.  A  Sculptor  born  to  elevate  his  art, 

And  loving  it  with  fervor,  such  as  burned 
In  old  Pygmalion's  spirit,  when  he  yearned 
For  the  sweet  image  that  his  hands  had  made. 

MACK  AY — Voices  from  the  Mountains. 

64.  Certainly  a  gentleman,  thereto 
Clerk-like,  experienced,  which  no  less  adorns 
Our  gentry  than  our  parents'  noble  names. 

Winter's  Tale. 


65.  A  Coaster,  skilled  in  fishing  and  in  ships. 

HORNE — Orion. 


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A  good  man  of  religion,  do  I  see, 
And  a  poor  Parson   of  a  town  is  he ; 
But  rich  he  is  of  holy  thought  and  work. 

CHAUCER. 

66.  A  Student  he  from  Cambridge,  and  in  truth 
He  is  a  sober  and  a  comely  youth ; 
Blushes  in  meekness,  as  a  modest  man. 

CRABBE. 

67.  A  right  good  constant  Laboring  Man  is  he, 
Living  in  peace,  and  perfect  charity. 

He  threshes,  maketh  dykes,  or  plants,  or  fells. 

CHAUCER. 

68.  An  Author-Rector  whose  delight 

Is  all  in  books,  to  read  them  or  to  write. 

CRABBE. 

69.  A  Soldier,  and  of  very  valiant  proof. 

AlPs  Well,  that  ends  Well. 

70.  A  Merchant,  but  so  bounteous, 
Valiant,  wise,  learned,  all  so  absolute, 
That  nought  is  valued  praiseful  excellent, 
But  in't  is  he  most  praiseful  excellent. 

JOHNMARSTON — What  You  Will. 

71.  A  man  of  consequence  and  notoriety, 

His  name,  with  the  addition  of  esquire, 
Stands  high  upon  the  list  of  each  society, 
Whose  zeal  and  watchfulness  the  sacred  fire 


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Of  science,  agriculture,  art  and  learning, 
Keep  on  their  country's  altars  bright  and  burning. 

HALLECK. 

72.  A  Statesman  whose  clean  palm  will  kiss  no  bribe, 
Whate'er  it  be. 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 

73.  Yesterday  a  cow-keeper,  and  to  day  a  Gentleman. 

LONGFELLOW — Spanish  Student. 

74.  A  grave  Philosopher,  he  wheels  about 

His  system  to  the  crowd,  then  wheels  it  out 
And  shoves  another  in. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

75.  A  Barber  he — and  well  appeared 

His  handicraft,  for  when 
A  foeman's  beard  he  shortly  sheared 
It  never  grew  again. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

76.  Flavins.  You  Sir,  what  trade  are  you  ? 

Citizen.  A  trade,  Sir,  that  I  hope  I  may  use  with  a 
safe  conscience,  which  is  indeed  Sir,  a  mender  of 
bad  soles. 

Julius  Casar. 

77.  A  Philosopher, 

By  whose  voice  the  earth  and  skies 
Shall  speak  to  the  unborn. 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 


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78.  A  smart  young  Cornet,  who  with  grace 
Rides  in  the  ranks. 

CRABBE. 

79.  He  is  a  Traveller,  and  knows  men  and  manners. 

BEAUMONT  AND  FLETCHER. 

80.  I  know  him  not,  but  I  have  heard  of  him; 
A  Merchant  of  incomparable  wealth. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

81.  A  Preacher,  such  as  Paul, 
Were  he  on  earth,  would  hear,  approve,  and  own. 

COWPER. 

82.  In  youth  a  good  trade  practised  well  has  he, 
And  is  a  clever  hand  at  Carpentry. 

CHAUCER. 

83.  Heaven  placed  him  here  to  vote  and  trade, 
Twin  tasks  divine ! 

HALLECK. 

84.  A  village  Schoolmaster  is  he, 

With  hair  of  glittering  gray ; 
As  blithe  a  man  as  you  could  see 

On  a  Spring  holiday. 

WORDSWORTH. 

85.  A  true  Laborer  ;  he  earns  that  he  eats,  gets  that  he 

wears,  owes  no  man  hate,  envies  no  man's  happi 
ness,  glad  of  other  men's  good,  content  with  his 

own  harm. 

As  You  Like  It. 


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86.  He  with  pocket-hammer  smites  the  edge 
Of  every  luckless  rock,  or  stone,  that  stands 
Before  his  sight,  by  weather-stains  disguised, 
Or  crusted  o'er  with  vegetation  thin, 
Nature's  first  growth ;  detaching  by  the  stroke, 
A  chip  or  splinter,  to  resolve  his  doubts. 

WORDSWORTH. 

87.  A  Sailor's  jacket  on  his  limbs  is  thrown, 

A  sailor's  story  he  has  made  his  own. 

CRABBE. 

88.  He  is  turned  Orthograplier ; — his  words  are  a  very 

fantastical  banquet,  just  so  many  strange  dishes. 

Much  Ado  about  Nothing'. 

89.  Gracing  a  College,  he  is  honored,  loved, 

By  more  than  one,  themselves  conspicuous  there. 

COWPER —  Task. 

90.  A  wise  fellow,  and  what  is  more,  an  Officer. 

Much  Ado  about  Nothing. 

91.  I  see  Lord  Mayor  written  on  his  forehead ! 

MASSINGER. 

92.  He,  grave  in  childhood,  on  the  soul  shall  shower 
The  Gospel  dews,  with  renovating  power ; 
Sublime  instruction  from  his  lips  shall  flow, 
And  Mercy's  antidote  for  sin  and  woe. 

ELLIOTT. 

93.  Though  but  young, 
Yet  old  in  judgment ;  theoric  and  practic 


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In  all  humanity,  and  to  increase  the  wonder, 
Religious,  yet  a  Soldier. 

MASSIKGER  AND  FIELD — The  Fatal  Dowry. 

94.  He  in  Courts  presides 
Among  their  worships,  whom  his  judgment  guides. 

CRABBE. 

95.  This  is  the  Sargeant, 
Who  like  a  good  and  hardy  soldier  fought. 

Macbeth. 

96.  Universities  will  heap  upon  him  honors. 

HOWJTT. 

97.  His  calling  laid  aside  he'll  live  at  ease. 

WORDSWORTH. 

98.  He  is  a  Mariner,  who  ploughs  the  deep, 
When  wild  winds  wail,  and  boiling  billows  foam ; 
Who  knows  the  blessed  value  of  a  friend, 

A  friend,  who  shares  his  dangers  and  his  toils ; 
The  same  in  sunshine,  darkness,  calm,  or  storm ; 
Heart  locked  in  heart,  soul  blended  into  soul. 

TlLLERY. 

99.  A  youth 
Retired  in  voluntary  loneliness, 

In  reverie  extravagant  now  wrapped, 
Or,  peering  now  on  book  of  ancient  date 
With  filial  awe,  and  dipping  oft  his  pen 
To  write  immortal  things. 

POLLOK — Course  of  Time. 


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100.  A  poor  squire  of  the  country,  and  Justice  of  the 

Peace. 

Henry  Fourth. 

101.  A  frugal  Merchant,  who  began 
Early  to  thrive,  and  grew  a  wealthy  man. 

CRABBE. 

102.  A  Footman,  sweet  sir,  a  footman. 

Winter's  Tale. 

103.  Dear  to  the  muse,  but  pleased  with  lowly  fame, 
He  gains  by  private  arts  an  humbler  name. 

TASSO — Jerusalem  Delivered. 

104.  A  Lawyer  then,  a  writer  in  strange  parchments. 

MRS.  DOWNING — Satan  in  Love. 

105.  Ha  !  a  Poet,  know  him  by 
The  ecstacy- dilated  eye  ! 
Aye,  in  every  time  or  place, 
Ye  may  know  the  poet's  face, 

By  the  shade  or  shining ! 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 

106.  To  his  tongue  shall  seraph  words  be  given, 
And  power  on  earth  to  plead  the  cause  of  heaven. 

CAMPBELL — Pleasures  of  Hope. 

He  is  a  perfect  knowledge-box — • 

An  oracle  to  great  and  sma' ! 
And  fifty  law-pleas  he  has  lost, 

He  is  sae  weel  acquaint  wi'  law. 

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107.  Young  though  he  is,  yet  careful  there  he  stands, 
Opening  his  Shop  with  his  own  ready  hands. 

CRABBE. 

108.  Reputed 

In  dignity,  and  for  the  Liberal  Arts 
Without  a  parallel,  those  being  all  his  study. 

TEMPEST. 


STATE  OF  YOUR  AFFECTIONS. 


I  do  not  bid  thee  take  him  or  refuse  him, 
I  only  say,  think  twice. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

ARMADO.     Comfort  me,  my  boy.     What  great  men  have  been  in 

love  7 

MOTH.     Hercules,  master. 
ARMADO.     Most  sweet  Hercules !  More  authority,  dear  boy,  name 

more ;  and  sweet,  my  child,  let  them  be  men  of  good  repute 

and  carriage. 
MOTH.     Samson,  master.     He  was  a  man  of  good  carriage,  great 

carriage.     For  he  carried  the  town  gates  on  his  back  like  a 

porter,  and  he  was  in  love. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

LAIJNCE.     He  lives  not  now  who  knows  me  to  be  in  love.    Yet  I 
am  in  love,  but  a  team  of  horse  shall  not  pluck  that  from  me. 
Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 


WHAT  IS  THE  STATE  OF  YOUR  AFFECTIONS? 


HY  heart  is  like  an  untouched  lyre, 
Silent  as  death  : — let  the  trembling 

wire, 

The  hand  that  knows  its  spirit  feel, 
And   list,  what  melting   murmurs 

steal ! 

JOHN  WILSON — Isle  of  Palms. 


2.  You  never  felt 
The  agonizing  sense 

Of  seeing  love  from  passion  melt 

Into  indifference ; 
The  fearful  shame,  that  day  by  day 

Burns  onward,  still  to  burn  ; 
To  have  thrown  your  precious  heart  away, 

And  met  this  black  return. 

MILNES — The  Lay  of  the  Humble. 

3.  There  is  a  wound  within  thee,  'tis  a  wound 
That  lies  too  deep  for  tears,  and  many  awhile, 
When  all  that  is  around  thee  seems  to  smile, 


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Within  thy  heart  of  hearts  a  knell  doth  sound, 
Not  of  this  world. 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS — Thoughts  in  past  Years. 

4.  MAN.   You  yearn  to  tell  her,  and  yet  have  no  one 
Great  heart's-word  that  will  tell  her. 

BROWNING — The  Return  of  the  Druses. 

4.  LADY.  If  you  can 

Find  any  gentle  passion  in  your  soul 
To  entertain  his  thought,  no  doubt  his  heart, 
Though  sad,  retains  a  noble  will  to  meet  it. 
His  love  is  firm  to  you,  and  cannot  be 
Unrooted  by  one  storm. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Coronation. 

5.  Your  heart's  yet  free, 
From  Love's  uneasy  sovereignty, 
Beats  with  a  fancy  running  high. 

SlLLERY. 

6.  MAN.     Yet  cannot  you  with  many  a  dropping  tear 

And  long  entreaty,  soften  her  hard  heart, 
Nor  will  she  once  vouchsafe  your  plaint  to  hear, 
Or  look  with  pity  on  your  painful  smart. 
But  when  you  plead,  she  bids  you  play  your  part ; 
And  when  you  weep,  she  says,  tears  are  but  water  ; 

And  when  you  sigh,  she  says  you  know  the  art ; 
And   when   you   wail,  she   turns   herself  to   laugh 
ter. 

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6.  LADY.     He  was  the  glory  of  your  thoughts,  and  you 
Loved  him. 

Reason  and  duty  since 

Formed  him  to  other  knowledge,  and  you  now 
Look  on  him  without  love. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Coronation. 

7.  You  no  sooner  met  than  you  looked ;  no  sooner  looked 

but  you  loved ;  no  sooner  loved  but  you  sighed ;  no 
sooner  sighed  but  you  asked  one  another  the  rea 
son  ;  no  sooner  knew  the  reason,  but  you  sought  the 
remedy ;  and  in  these  degrees  have  you  made  a 
pair  of  stairs  to  the  marriage. 

As  You  Like  It. 

8.  A  love-spell  upon  your  very  being  lies, 
Whose  many  mystic  links  may  not  be  riven. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

9.  MAN.  When  you  have 

The  happiness  to  speak  with  one  alone, 
There  is  so  much  sweetness  in  her,  such  a  troop 
Of  graces  waiting  on  her  words  and  actions, 
You  love  her  infinitely,  and  think  it  blessing 
To  see  her  smile ;  but  when  the  t'other  comes 
In  presence,  in  her  eye  she  brings  a  charm 
To  make  you  dote  on  her :  you  are  divided, 
And  like  the  trembling  needle  of  a  dial 
Your  heart's  afraid  to  answer. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — Love  in  a  Maze. 


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9.  LADY.     Proud  beauty,  they  tell  me  'tis  love 

That  kindles  the  fire  of  thine  eye, 
And  when  did  affection  e'er  prove 

A  passion  so  towering  and  high  ? 
It  is  not — it  cannot  be  love, 

Affection  is  lowly  and  deep ; 
All  groundless  suspicion  above, 

It  knows  but  to  trust  and  to  weep. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

10.  Your  bosom  is  a  soft  retreat 

For  love,  and  love  alone ; 
And  yet  your  heart  has  never  beat 

To  love's  delicious  tone. 
It  dwells  within  its  circle,  free 

From  tender  thoughts  like  these, 
Waiting  the  little  deity 

As  blossom  waits  the  breeze, 
Before  it  throws  its  leaves  apart, 

And  trembles  like  the  love -touched  heart. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

11.  You  do  love,  and  it  hath  taught  you  to  rhyme,  and 

be  melancholy. 

Love's  Labor  Lost. 

12.  MAN.     You  are  in  love  with  an  ideal ; 
A  creature  of  your  own  imagination, 
A  child  of  air,  an  echo  of  your  heart ; 
And  like  a  lily  on  the  river  floating, 

She  floats  upon  the  river  of  your  thought. 

LONGFELLOW — Spanish  Student. 


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12.  LADY.     You  think  of  him, — the  forehead  fair, 
The  ruddy  lip,  and  glossy  hair, 

The  fairy  tale  he  loves  to  tell, 
The  serenade  he  sings  so  well. 

PRAED — The  Troubadour. 

13.  Young  love's  first  dream, 
A  dream  indeed  unreal,  shadowy,  brief, 
Is  done  and  ended,  and  your  heart  so  far 
Not  much  the  worse  for  wear. 

JOHN  HOME. —  The  Dream  nf  Life. 

14.  You  love  each  other,  but  perchance 

The  murmurs  of  dissent  may  rise ; 
Fierce  words  may  chase  the  tender  glance, 
And  angry  flashes  light  your  eyes. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

15.  MAN.  You've  flung  your  line, 

But  compromised  you  are  not ;  no,  nor  will  be, 
Till  it  be  seen  if  yet  your  suit  will  thrive 
With  yon  fair  frozen  dew-drop. 

TAYLOR— Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

15.  LADY.  Ponder  well 

What  you  shall  say,  for  if  it  must  be  no 
In  substance,  you  shall  hardly  find  that  form 
Which  shall  convey  it  pleasantly. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

16.  MAN.     Ere  you  had  measured  six  feet  ten, 

Or  bought  Havanas  by  the  dozen, 


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You  fell  in  love  as  many  do — 

She  was  an  angel — hem — your  cousin. 

16.  LADY.     You  are  a  woman,  and  your  heart 

Like  your  tiara's  brightest  jewel, 
Cold — hard — till  kindled  by  some  art, 

Then  quenchless  burns — itself  its  fuel. 

PRAED. 

17.  If  hitherto  you  have  not  said  you  loved, 
Yet  hath  the  heart  of  each  declared  its  love, 
By  all  the  tokens  wherein  love  delights. 
You  heretofore  have  trusted  in  each  other, 
Too  fully  have  you  trusted,  to  have  need 
Of  words  or  vows,  pledges  or  protestations  ! 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

18.  To  be  beloved  is  all  you  need, 

And  when  you  love  you  love  indeed. 

COLERIDGE — Pains  of  Sleep. 

19.  MAN.     You  were  wont  when  you  laughed,  to  crow 

like  a  cock ;  when  you  walked,  to  walk  like  one  of 
the  lions  ;  when  you  fasted,  it  was  presently  after 
dinner ;  when  you  looked  sadly,  it  was  for  want  of 
money  ;  and  now  you  are  metamorphosed  with  a 
mistress,  that  when  I  look  on  you  I  can  hardly 

think  you  the  same  ! 

Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 

19.  LADY.     To  mould  denial  to  a  pleasing  shape 
In  all  things,  and  most  specially  in  love. 


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Is  a  hard  task ;  alas  !  you  have  not  wit 

From  such  a  sharp  and  waspish  word  as  "  no," 

To  pluck  the  sting. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

20.  Slender.     If  there  be  no  great  love  in  the  beginning, 

yet  heaven  may  decrease  it  on  a  better  acquaint 
ance,  when  you  are  married,  and  have  more  occa 
sion  to  know  one  another.  I  hope  upon  familiarity, 
will  grow  more  contempt. 

Merry  Wives  of  Windsor. 

21.  MAN.     You  loved  her  once,  when  every  thought  of 

yours, 

Was  hope  and  joy ;  and  now  you  love  her  still, 
In  sorrow  and  despair :  a  hopeless  will 
From  its  lone  purpose  never  can  decline. 

HARTLEY  COLERIDGE. 

21.  LADY.  There  was  a  time  when  bliss 
Shone  o'er  thy  heart,  from  every  look  of  his ; 
When  but  to  see  him,  hear  him,  breathe  the  air 
In  which  he  dwelt,  was  thy  soul's  fondest  prayer; 
When  round  him  hung  such  a  perpetual  spell, 
Whate'er  he  did  none  ever  did  so  well : 

Yet  now  he  comes — brighter  than  even  he 
E'er  beamed  before, — but  ah !  not  bright  for  thee ! 

MOORE— Lalla  Rookh. 

22.  A  grief  without  a  pang — void,  dark  and  drear, 
A  stifled,  shadowy,  unimpassioned  grief, 


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Which  finds  no  natural  outlet,  no  relief 
In  word,  or  sigh,  or  tear. 

S.  T.  COLERIDGE — Dejection. 

23.  Now  you  are  fixed  all  day,  and  now  are  fain 
To  rise  and  move,  then  sigh,  then  sit  again, 
Then  try  some  work,  forget  it,  and  think  on, 
Wishing  with  perfect  love  that  time  were  gone ; 
And  lost  to  the  green  trees,  with  their  sweet  singers, 
Tap  on  the  casement-ledge  with  idle  fingers. 

LEIGH  HUNT— Rimini. 

24.  MAN.     Again  and  once  again,  do  you  repeat  the 

song, 
Nay,  say  you  more  than  half  to  the  damsel  must 

belong ; 
For  she  looks  with  such  a  look,  and  she  speaks  with 

such  a  tone, 

That  you  almost  receive  her  heart  into  your  own. 

WORDSWORTH. 

24.  LADY.     There  is  a  youth  whom  you  have  loved  so 

long, 

That  when  you  loved  him  not  you  cannot  say ; 
When  you  began  to  tire  of  childish  play, 
You  seemed  still  more  and  more  to  prize  each  other ; 

You  talked  of  marriage,  and  your  marriage  day, 
And  you  in  truth  do  love  him  like  a  brother, 
For  never  do  you  hope  to  meet  with  such  another. 

WORDSWORTH. 


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25.  In  AN.  All  your  thoughts 

Are  to  please  her,  and  all  your  wanderings 

To  pluck  sweet  flowers  for  her, 

To  rove  through  sunny  valleys  by  her  side ; 
Your  joys  are  hers. 

SlLLERY. 

25.  LADY.     You  love  him  still  but  holily 
Even  as  a  sister,  or  a  spirit  might. 

SHELLEY — The  Cenci. 


26.  Rather  with  Grief  than   Friendship  wouldst   thou 

dwell, 

Because  Love  smiles  no  more! 
Bent  down  by  culling  bitter  herbs,  to  swell 
A  caldron  that  runs  o'er. 

LANDOR — Pericles  and  Aspasia. 

27.  The  tie  so  firmly  bound, 

Is  torn  asunder  now ; 

How  deep  that  sudden  wrench  may  wound 
It  recks  not  to  avow. 

THOMAS  DALE. 

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28.  MAN.     They  said  that  she  had  faithless  grown, 

That  gold  had  wiled  her  love  frae  thee ; 
But  thy  fond  heart  was  constant  still, 

An'  thought  that  false  she  could  na'  be. 
It  thought  that  truth  and  constancy, 

Within  her  bosom  dwellers  were  ; — 


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Thy  love  nae  ill  of  her  could  think, — 
And  is  she  then  sae  fause  an'  fair  ? 


28.  LADY.     Your  love  has  perished,  like  the  sound  that  \ 

dies 

And  leaves  no  echo ; — like  the  eastern  day 
That  has  no.  twilight ; — like  the  lonely  flower, 
Hung  forth  to  wither  on  the  wind,  that  wastes 
Even  its  perfume. 

T.  K.  HERVEY. 

29.  Let  them  ne'er  say  that  ypu  are  false  at  heart, 

Though  absence  seem  your  flame  to  qualify  ; 
As  easy  might  you  from  yourself  depart, 

As  from  the  soul,  in  which  your  breast  doth  lie. 
That  is  your  home  of  love  ;  if  you  have  ranged 
Like  him  that  travels,  you  return  again. 

SIIAKSPEARE — Sonnets. 

30.  They  seem  to  those  who  see  them  meet, 

The  worldly  friends  of  every  day ; 
Her  .smile  is  undisturbed  and  sweet, 

His  courtesy  is  free  and  gay  ; 
Yet,  if  by  one  the  other's  name, 

Should  in  some  careless  hour  be  heard, 
The  heart  we  thought  so  calm  and  tame, 

Will  struggle  like  a  captive  bird. 

MlLNES. 

3.1.  No  jealousy  your  dawn  of  love  o'ercasts. 

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32.  MAN".     Adventurous  you  have  been,  it  is  true, 

And  your  fool-hardy  heart  would  brave,  nay  court, 
In  other  days,  an  enterprise  of  passion ; 
Yea,  like  a  witch  would  whistle  for  a  whirlwind ; 
But  you  have  been  admonished,  painful  years 
Have  tamed  and  taught  you. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

32.  LADY.     You'll   follow   him   through    sunshine   and 

through  storm, 

You  will  be  with  him  in  his  weal  and  woe ; 
In  his  afflictions,  should  they  fall  upon  him  ; 
In  his  temptations,  when  bad  men  beset  him ; 
In  all  the  perils  which  may  press  around  him, 
And  should  they  crush  him — in  the  hour  of  death  ! 
TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

33.  MAN.     Your  love  is  like  most  other  loves, 

A  little  glow,  a  little  shiver, 
A  rose-bud  and  a  pair  of  gloves, 

And  "  Fly  not  yet"  upon  the  river. 
Some  jealousy  of  some  one's  heir, 

Some  hopes  of  dying  broken-hearted, 
A  miniature,  a  lock  of  hair, 

The  usual  vows, 

PRAED— Belle  oftlie  Ball. 

33.  LADY.     A  love-spell  upon  your  being  lies, 
Whose  many  mystic  links  may  not  be  broken. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 


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34.  Ardent  in  its  early  tie, 
Faithful  to  its  latest  sigh. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

35.  MAN.     Doth   she   not  watch  o'er   thine   every  en 

deavor  ? 

Leans  not  her  heart  in  warm  faith  on  thine  own  ? 
If  thou  sit  doubting  and  dreaming  forever, 
Too  late  thou'lt  discover  that  her  dream  is  flown. 

C.  F.  HOFFMAN. 


35.  LADY.     Your  love  is  not  a  fading  earthly  flower; 

Its  winged  seed  dropped  down  from  Paradise, 
And  nursed  by  day  and  night,  by  sun  and  shower, 
Doth  momently  to  fresher  beauty  rise. 

JAMES  LOWELL. 

36.  Uneasy  now  becomes  perforce 
The  inevitable  intercourse, 

Too  grateful  heretofore : 
Each  in  the  other  can  descry 
The  tone  constrain'd,  the  alter'd  eye, 
They  know  that  each  to  each  can  seem 

No  longer  as  of  yore ; 
And  yet,  while  thus  estranged,  I  deem 

Each  love  the  other  more. 
Hers  is  perhaps  the  saddest  heart ; 
His  the  more  forced  and  painful  part. 

SOUTHEY — Oliver  Newman. 


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37.  MAN.     Your  soul  is  an  enchanted  boat, 
Which  like  a  sleeping  swan  doth  float 
Upon  the  waves  of  her  sweet  singing. 

SHELLEY — Prometheus  Unbound. 

37.  LADY.     One  has  stirred  within  your  breast, 
That  quick  and  sudden  interest, 

Which  is  not  easily  suppressed. 

ELIZA  COOK— Melaia. 

38.  MAX.  You  love  her,  love  her  certes, 

As  you  love  all  heavenly  objects  with  uplifted  eyes 
and  hands, 

As  you  love  pure  inspiration — love  the  graces — love 
the  virtues,     * 

In  a  love  content  with  writing  its  own  name  on  des 
ert  sands. 

E.  B.  BARRETT. 

38.  LADY.     Thine  is  the  mournful  joy,  that  in  the  dawn 
Of  early  love  upon  the  spirit  broods  ; 

Till  the  young  heart,  grown  timid  as  a  fawn, 
Seeks  the  still  star-light,  and  the  shadowy  woods. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

39.  Think'st  thou,  that  I  could  see  the  lily's  leaves 
Floating  like  living  things  upon  the  wave, 

And  guess  not  that  the  tide  did  move  them  thus  ? 
Think'st  thou,  that  when  the  rose's  bloom  is  stirred, 
I  know  not  that  the  breeze,  with  waving  breath, 
Is  sweeping  o'er  its  rich  and  blushing  leaves  ? 


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Or,  when  the  wind-harp  wakes  with  thrilling  tones, 
I  know  not  the  same  breeze,  kissing  its  strings, 
Doth  call  its  murmurs  ?     Just  as  clear  to  me 
It  is,  that  love  hath  touched  thy  soul ! 

C.  OILMAN—  The  Betrothed. 

40.  MAN.     You  must  be  worthy  of  her  love, 

For  not  the  faintest  shade 
Of  all  the  charms  that  round  her  move, 

Within  your  heart  can  fade. 

The  glances  of  her  gentle  eyes 

Are  in  your  soul  inshrined ; 

Her  radiant  smiles,  her  tender  sighs, 

Are  treasured  in  your  mind. 

Raimond  de  Miraval. 

40.  LADY.     Your  lovre  is  like  the  snow-flakes, 

Which  melt  before  you  pass ; 
Or  the  bubble  in  the  cup,  which  breaks 
Before  you  lip  the  glass. 

PRAED. 

41.  You  turn  aside 

Your  face  from  all  humanity,  or  behold  it, 
Without  emotion,  like  some  sea-shelled  thing 
Staring  around  from  a  green  hollowed  rock, 
Not  aiding,  loving,  caring,  hoping  aught. 

HORNE — Orion. 

42.  The  deepest  sorrow  that  stem  Fate  can  bring, 
In  all  her  catalogue  of  suffering : 


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An  eating  rust — the  spirit's  direst  pain — 

To  love,  adore,  and  be  beloved  again, 

To  know  between  you  lies  a  gulf,  that  ever 

Your  forms,  your  hopes,  your  destinies  must  sever. 

MRS.  LEWIS — Records  of  the  Heart. 

43.  There  is  a  dear  and  precious  flower 

Ingrafted  in  your  bosom's  core, 
Which  makes  your  home  an  Eden  bower, 
And  brings  a  doubt  if  heaven  has  more. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

44.  MAN.  Never  gazed  the  moon 
Upon  the  water  as  you'll  stand  and  read 
As  'twere  her  eyes. 

Winter's  Tale. 

44.  LADY.     Your  mind  is  filled  with  beauty,  and  your 

heart — 

With  joy  ?     Not  joy 

It  is  not  sorrow  ;  yet  almost  subdues 

Your  soul  to  tears,  it  saddens  while  it  wooes. 

Your  spirit  breathes  of  love. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

45.  Sometimes  you  are  as  hopeful  as  the  Spring, 
And  up  your  fluttering  heart  is  borne  aloft, 
As  high  and  gladsome  as  the  lark  at  sunrise  ; 

And  then,  as  though  the  fowler's  shaft  had  pierced  it, 
It  comes  plumb  down  with  such  a  dead,  dead  fall ! 
TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 


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46.  Yours  is  the  love  that  only  lives 

While  the  cheek  is  fresh  and  red, 
Yours  is  love  that  only  thrives 

Where  the  pleasure  feast  is  spread ; 
It  burneth  sweet  and  strong, 

And  it  sings  a  merry  theme, 
But  the  incense  and  the  song 

Pass  like  flies  upon  the  stream. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

47.  Yours  is  love  that  keeps 

A  constant  watch-fire  light, 
With  a  flame  that  never  sleeps 
Through  the  darkest  winter  night. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

48.  Silence  eloquent,  when  heart 

With  heart  holds  speech,  and  your  mysterious  frames 
Harmonious,  sensitive,  at  every  beat 
Touch  the  soft  notes  of  love. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

49.  Often  when  beaming  eyes  are  nigh, 

And  beauty's  lips  are  smiling, 
And  bird-like  tones  are  breathing  round 

The  fevered  sense  beguiling  ; 
You  feel  this  is  not  what  you  seek, — 

The  soul  such  mockery  spurns, 
And  evermore  with  aching  zeal 

For  one,  one  being  yearns. 

MRS.  SEBA  SMITH— Sinless  Child. 


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50.  Within  your  tender  and  once  tortured  heart 
Doubts  gather  strength  from  habit,  like  disease ; 
Fears  like  the  needle  verging  to  the  pole 
Tremble,  and  tremble  into  certainty. 

LANDOR — Gcbir. 

51.  MAN.     Never  wedding,  ever  wooing, 
Still  a  lovelorn  heart  pursuing, 
Read  you  not  the  wrong  you're  doing 

In  her  cheek's  pale  hue  ? 
All  her  life  with  sorrow  strewing, 
Wed,  or  cease  to  woo ! 

CAMPBELL. 

51.  LADY.     Your   heart   is   frozen   up,    nor   can   warm 

prayers, 
Thaw  it  to  any  softness. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY — The  Coronation. 

52.  You  know  you  love  in  vain,  strive  against  hope  ; 
Yet  in  this  captious  and  intenable  sieve, 

You  still  pour  in  the  waters  of  your  love, 
And  lack  not  to  lose  still :  thus,  Indian  like, 
Religious  in  your  error,  you  adore 
The  sun,  that  looks  upon  his  worshipper, 
But  knows  of  him  no  more. 

All's  Well  that  ends  Well. 

53.  So  inconsistent  still  is  love ! 

You  writhe  beneath  a  piercing  smart, 


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Yet  shun  the  hand  that  would  remove 
With  pious  care  the  rankling  smart. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH—  Convent  Bell. 

54.  Thou  know'st  not  the  meekness  of  love, 
How  it  suffers,  arid  yet  can  be  still ; 

How  the  calm  on  its  surface  may  prove 
What  sorrow  the  bosom  may  fill. 

No,  thine  is  a  transient  shock 
Of  feeling,  less  tender  and  kind ; 

Like  the  dash  of  the  wave  on  the  rock, 


It  leaves  not  a  vestige  behind. 


MRS.  ELLIS. 


55.  MAN.  You  are  now  sailed  into  the  North  of  your 
lady's  opinion,  where  you  will  hang  like  an  icicle 
on  a  Dutchman's  beard,  unless  you  do  redeem  it 
by  some  laudable  attempt  either  of  valor  or  policy. 

Twelfth  Night. 

55.  LADY.         Gone — out  of  your  keeping  ! 
Lost — past  recovery,  right  and  title  to  it, 
And  all  given  up  !     And  he  that's  owner  on't, 
Is  fit  to  wear  it ;  were  it  fifty  hearts 

You'd  give  it  to  him  all ! 

KNOWLES— The  Hunchback. 

56.  It  is  not  absence  you  should  dread, 

For  absence  is  the  very  air 
In  which,  if  sound  at  root,  the  heart 
Shall  wave  most  wonderful  and  fair ! 

MILNES—  The  Book  of  Friendship. 


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57.  A  young  fresh  heart,  one 
That  Cupid  has  not  toyed  with,  and  a  warm  one, 
Fresh,  young,  and  warm ! 

KNOWLES —  The  Hunchback. 

58.  MAN.     You  have  a  kindred  being  sought, 

Have  searched  with  restless  care 
For  that  true,  earnest  wo  man- soul, 

Among  the  bright  and  fair. — 
You  may  not  rest,  you  feel  for  you 

One  such  your  God  creates, 
Whose  maiden  soul  in  quietude 
On  your  call  meekly  waits. 

MRS.  SEBA  SMITH—  The  Sinless  Child. 

58.  LADY.     Your  eye  is  moist — yet  that  may  be  for  pity; 
Your  hand  doth  tremble, — that  may  be  for  fear ; 
Your  cheek  is  covered  o'er  with  blushes, 

Oh  what  can  that  be  for  ? 

KNOWLES —  Virginius. 

59.  You  forsooth  in  love !  you   that  have  been   love  s 

whip ; 

A  very  beadle  to  a  humorous  sigh  ; 
A  critic,  nay,  a  night-watch  constable, 
A  domineering  pedant  o'er  the  boy, 
The  senior-junior,  giant-dwarf,  dan  Cupid  ? 

Go  to  ;  it  is  a  plague 

That  Cupid  doth  impose  for  your  neglect 
Of  his  almighty,  dreadful  little  might ! 

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60.  I  see  them  sitting  by  each  other's  side 
In  the  heart's  silent  secrecy  !     I  hear 
The  breath  of  meditation  from  their  souls  ; 
They  speak  ;  a  soft  subduing  tenderness, 
Born  of  devotion,  innocence,  and  bliss, 
Steals  from  their  bosoms  in  a  silver  voice, 
That  makes  a  pious  hymning  melody. 

JOHN  WILSON. 

61.  A  new  life,  like  a  young  sunrise,  breaks 
On  the  strange  unrest  of  the  night. 

BROWNING — A  Blot  on  the  Scutcheon. 

62.  You  will  do  penance  for  contemning  love, 
Whose  high  imperious  thoughts  will  punish  you 
With  bitter  fasts,  with  penitential  groans, 
With  nightly  tears,  and  daily  heart-sore  sighs ; 
For  in  revenge  of  your  contempt  of  love, 

Love  will  chase  sleep  from  your  enthralled  eyes, 
And  make  them  watchers  of  your  own  heart's  sgrrow. 
Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona. 

63.  You  love — you  never  told  me  so  ; 

I  never  asked — I  could  not  doubt  it ; 
For  there  are  signs  on  cheek  and  brow ; 
And  asking  !  Love  is  known  without  it ! 

PRAED. 

64.  You  have  not  been  hit 

By  Cupid's  arrow,  you  have  Dian's  wit, 

From  love's  weak,  childish  bow  you  live  unharmed ; 


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You  will  not  stay  the  siege  of  loving  terms, 
Nor  bide  the  encounter  of  assailing  eyes. 

Romeo  and  Juliet. 

65.  The  world  has  lost  its  bright  illusions.     One  by  one 
The  masks  have  gone ;  the  lights  burnt  out : 

The  music  dropped  into  silence,  and  you  stand  alone 
In  the  dark  halls,  and  hear  no  sound  of  life, 
Save  the  monotonous  beating  of  your  heart. 

LONGFELLOW — Spanish  Student. 

66.  Interchange  of  gifts,  letters,  loving  embassies ;  you 

have  seemed  to  be  together  though  absent;  em 
braced,  as  it  were,  from  the  ends  of  opposed  winds. 

Winter's  Talc. 

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67.  A  constant  impulse,  hidden  in  sweet  smiles, 
And  perfect  love,  that  thinks  not  of  itself ; 
Constant,  contented,  sphered  beyond  fresh  hopes. 

HOME — Orion. 

68.  Matched  with  one 
If  not  in  genius  yet  in  sympathy; 

Each  reverencing  what  the  other  reverences,  each 
Still  loving  what  the  other  loves  ; 
Your  hopes,  your  aspirations,  your  desires, 
Your  plans  and  projects  for  the  year  to  come, 
Akin,  if  not  identical. 

JOHN  HOME — The  Dream  of  Life. 

69.  MAN.     You  love  pretty  women  with  a  poet's  feeling, 

And  when  a  boy,  in  day  dream,  and  in  song, 


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Have  knelt  you  down,  and  worshipped  them,  alas ! 
They  never  thanked  you  for't — but  let  that  pass. 

HALLECK — Fanny. 

69.  LADY.     Sister,  since  I  met  thee  last, 
On  thy  brow  a  change  hath  past ; 
In  the  softness  of  thine  eyes, 

Deep  and  still,  a  shadow  lies  ; 
From  thy  voice  there  thrills  a  tone, 
Never  lo  thy  childhood  known  ; 
Through  thy  soul  a  storm  hath  moved, 

Gentle  sister,  thou  hast  loved! 

HEMANS. 

70.  Within  that  heavy  heart  of  thine, 

Love's  thrilling  pulse  is  ever  leaping  ; 
So  ebbs  and  flows  the  eternal  brine, 

Though  winds  lie  calm,  and  earth  is  sleeping ! 
And  o'er  the  gloom  thy  soul  which  shrouds, 

Hope  like  a  star  her  watch  is  keeping ; 
So  sits  the  Iris  mid  the  clouds, 

And  all  the  landscape  smiles — though  weeping. 

SlLLERY. 

71.  Rouse  yourself;  and  the  weak  wanton  Cupid 
Shall  from  your  neck  unloose  his  amorous  fold, 
And  like  a  dew-drop  from  the  lion's  mane 

Be  shook  to  air. 

TROILUS  AND  CRESSIDA. 

72.  Hopes,  and  fears  that  kindle  hope, 

An  undistinguishable  throng ; 


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And  gentle  wishes  long  subdued, 
Subdued  and  cherished  long ! 

COLKRIDGE —  Genevieve. 

73.  How  shall  we  name 

Thy  passion — ice-pure,  self-entire,  exacting 
All  worship,  for  a  limited  return  ? 

HORNE — Orion. 

74.  Once  did  you  weep  and  groan, 

Drink  tears,  draw  loathed  breath, 
And  all  for  love  of  one, 

Who  did  affect  your  death. 
But  now,  thanks  to  disdain, 
You  live  relieved  of  pain, 
For  sighs  you  singing  go, 
You  burn  not  as  before, — no,  no,  no,  no  ! 

DRUMMOND. 

7o.  MAX.     Were  you  crowned  the  most  imperial  mon 
arch, 

Thereof  most  worthy ;  were  you  the  fairest  youth 
That  ever  made  eye  swerve ;  had  force,  and  knowl 
edge, 

More  than  was  ever  man's,  you  would  not  prize  them 
Without  her  love. 

Winter's  Tale. 

75.  LADY.     When  he  is  absent  you  are  full  of  thought, 
And  fruitful  in  expression  inwardly, 

And  fresh,  and  free,  and  cordial  is  the  flow 


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Of  your  ideal  and  unheard  discourse, 
Calling  him  in  your  heart  endearing  names, 
Familiarly  fearless.     But,  alas  ! 
No  sooner  is  he  present,  than  your  thoughts 
Are  breathless,  and  bewitched,  and  stunted  so 
In  force  and  freedom,  that  you  ask  yourself 
Whether  you  think  at  all,  or  feel,  or  live, 
So  senseless  are  you ! 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

76.  MAN.     Two  ladies  on  the  summit  of  your  mind 
Their  station  take  to  hold  discourse  of  love : 
Virtue  and  courtesy  adorn  the  one, 
With  modesty  and  prudence  in  her  train ; 
Beauty  and  lively  elegance  the  other, 
With  every  winning  grace  to  do  her  honor. 
And  you,  thanks  to  your  sweet  and  sovereign  lord, 
Enamored  of  the  two,  their  slave  remain. 
Beauty  and  virtue  each  address  the  mind, 
And  doubts  express  if  loyal  heart  can  rest 
Between  the  two,  in  perfect  love  divided. 
The  fountain  of  true  eloquence  replies, 
Both  may  be  loved ;  Beauty  to  yield  delight, 

And  Virtue  to  excite  to  generous  deeds. 

DANTE. 

76.  LADY.     That  life  may  be  more  comfortable  yet, 
And  all  your  joys  refined,  sincere,  and  great, 
You'll  love  two  friends,  whose  company  will  be 
A  great  advance  to  your  felicity. 

POMFRET. 


YOUR  HOME. 


Oh  best  of  all  the  scattered  spots  that  lie 
In  sea  or  lake — apple  of  landscape's  eye! 
J°y>  mJ  bright  waters,  joy;  your  master's  come' 
Laugh,  every  dimple  on  the  cheek  of  Home. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Catullus. 

One  small  spot 

Where  my  tired  mind  may  rest  and  call  it  Home. 
There  is  a  rnagic  in  that  little  word  ; 
It  is  a  mystic  circle  that  surrounds 
Comforts  and  virtues  never  known  beyond 
The  hallowed  limit. 

SOUTHEY — Hymn  to  the  Penates. 

Our  abode — 

The  tabernacle  of  our  earthly  joys 
And  sorrows,  hopes  and  fears,— this  Home  of  ours, 
Is  it  not  pleasant  1 

MOULTRIE — The  Dream  of  Life. 

'  And  where,"  (cries  some  one)  "is  this  blessed  spot  1 
May  I  behold  it  ?  May  I  gain  admittance  ?" 
Yes,  with  a  thought — as  we  do. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 


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SHALL  I  PREDICT  WHERE  OR  WHAT  WILL 
BE  YOUR  HOME? 


SEE  a  small  old-fashioned  room, 
With  pannelled  wainscot  high  ; 
Old  portraits  round  in  order  set, 
Carved  heavy  tables,  chairs,  buffet 

Of  dark  mahogany. 
And  there  a  high-backed,  hard  settee, 
On  six  brown  legs  and  paws, 
Flowered  o'er  with  silk  embroidery ; 
And  there,  all  rough  with  fillagree, 
Tall  screens,  on  gilded  claws. 

MRS.  SOUTHEY. 

2.  Seest  thou  yon  lonely  cottage  in  the  grove, 
With  little  garden  neatly  planned  before, 
Its  roof  deep  shaded  by  the  elms  above, 
Moss-grown,  and  decked  with  velvet  verdure  o'er  ? 
Go  lift  the  willing  latch, — the  scene  explore, — 
Sweet  peace,  and  love,  and  joy,  thou  there  shalt  find, 
For  there  religion  dwells,  whose  sacred  lore 
Leaves  the  proud  wisdom  of  the  world  behind, 

And  pours  a  heavenly  ray  on  every  human  mind. 

D.  HUNTING-TON. 


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3.  The  blushing  apricot,  and  woolly  peach 

Hang  on  thy  walls,  that  every  child  may  reach, 
And  though  thy  walls  be  of  the  country  stone, 
They're  reared  by  no  man's  labor,  no  man's  groan. 

BEN.  JONSON. 

4.  Beside  you  rush  the  waters  wild, 

Loud  murmuring  on  their  way ; 
Before  the  door  a  garden  smiles, 

With  flowrets  ever  gay. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

5.  I  behold 

A  square-built  house,  by  jealous  walls  and  gates 
(Inclosing  in  its  front  an  ample  court) 
Shut  out,  and  barricaded  from  the  street. 
A  proud,  aristocratic  hall  it  seems, 
Not  courting  but  discouraging  approach, 
Save  from  a  favored  few. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE — The  Dream  of  Life. 

6.  The  sun  lies  on  your  door-sill,  where  your  book 
You  daily  read,  and  fit  your  line  and  hook, 

Or  shape  your  bow. 

R.  H.  DANA—  The  Buccaneer. 

7.  The  tiptoe  traveller  peeping  through  the  boughs, 
O'er  your  low  wall,  shall  bless  the  pleasant  house. 
That  house  shall  be  of  stone,  more  wide  than  high, 
With  sward  up  to  the  path,  and  elm-trees  nigh ; 

A  good  old  country  lodge,  half  hid  with  blooms 

Of  honeyed  green,  and  quaint  with  straggling  rooms, 


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A  few  of  which,  white-bedded,  and  well  swept, 
For  friends,  whose  names  endear  them,  shall  be  kept. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

8.  In  the  vast  city,  with  its  peopled  homes, 
And  hearts  all  full  of  an  immortal  life, 
Thousands  and  tens  of  thousands  beating  there ; 
Strangers  from  different  lands,  of  every  hue, 
And  tribe,  and  nation  congregating  there ; 
Seamen,  the  sport  of  many  a  distant  wave, 
And  busy  merchants  hurrying  to  and  fro, 

And  curious  travellers,  with  thoughtful  mien ; 
Grave  men  of  wealth,  and  inexperienced  youth, 
Learning  his  lesson  from  the  sordid  page. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

9.  Into  a  forest  far  they  thence  him  led, 
Where  was  their  dwelling,  in  a  pleasant  glade, 
With  mountains  round  about  environed, 

And  mighty  woods,  which  did  the  valley  shade, 
And  like  a  stately  theatre  it  made, 
Spreading  itself  into  a  spacious  plain  ; 
And  in  the  midst  a  little  river  played 
Amongst  the  pumy  stones,  which  seemed  to  'plain 
With  gentle  murmur,  that  his  course  they  did  restrain. 

Beside  the  same  a  dainty  place  there  lay, 

Planted  with  myrtle- trees,  and  laurels  green, 

In  which  the  birds  sang  many  a  lovely  lay, 

Of  God's  high  praise,  and  of  their  sweet  love's  teen, 

As  it  an  earthly  paradise  had  been  ; 


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In  whose  inclosed  shadows  there  was  pight 
A  fair  pavilion  scarcely  to  be  seen. 

SPENSER. 

10.  Round  the  room  are  shelves  of  dainty  lore, 
And  rich  old  pictures  hang  upon  the  walls 

Where  the  slant  light  falls  on  them ;  and  wrought 

gems, 

Medallions,  rare  mosaics,  and  antiques 
From  Herculaneum,  the  niches  fill ; 
And  on  a  table  of  enamel,  wrought 
With  a  lost  art  in  Italy,  do  lie 
Prints  of  fair  women,  and  engravings  rare, 
And  a  ne\v  poem,  and  a  costly  toy; 
And  in  their  midst  a  massive  lamp  of  bronze 
Burning  sweet  spices  constantly. 

N.  P.  WILLIS—  The  Wife's  Appeal. 

11.  A  cottage  known  to  shepherd's  ken, 
Those  who  look  once  stay  to  look  twice  again ; 
Fruit-trees  behind  it  raise  a  fragrant  screen, 
Half  concealed  a  rivulet  sings. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

12.  Yes,  there  thou  art,  behind -the  hill, 
By  waving  poplars  circled  still, 

Old  house  !  that  time  hath  deigned  to  spare 
Mid  sunny  slopes,  and  gardens  fair. 
The  woodbine  through  the  casement  peeping, 
The  pampered  cat  on  cushion  sleeping, 


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The  pleasant  haunt  with  books  o'erspread, 
The  antique  chairs,  the  curtained  bed 
By  housewife's  patient  needle  wrought. 

MRS.  SIGOURNEY — Scenes  in  my  Native  Land. 

13.  At  the  town's  end 
There  is  a  neat  and  unpretending  house, 
Which  you  approach  through  a  low  wooden  gate, 
Beneath  an  arch  of  laurel ;  a  small  porch 

Of  trellis-work,  with  odorous  jassamine, 
And  most  luxuriant  clematis  intwined, 
Shelters  the  expectant  visitor,  whose  knock 
Is  yet  unanswered. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE —  The  Dream  of  Life. 

14.  Your  little  cottage  stands 
Half  hid  in  climbing  green ; 

Spreading  along  the  jagged  eaves 

And  o'er  its  roof  'tis  seen. 
Before  it  are  a  few  meek  flowers, 

Yet  garden  there  is  none, 
But  grass  with  flowers,  as  Art  at  first 

His  toil  had  then  begun  ; 
Then  shamed  by  Nature,  fled  and  left 

These  flowrets  to  her  hand, 
That  hence  to  wild  flowers  changing  seem 

Where  mid  the  grass  they  stand. 

WM.  W.  LORD. 

15.  There  by  a  brook,  cowers  alow  edifice, 
With  honeysuckled  wall,  and  ivied  roof, 

K. 


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A  warm,  safe  nest,  in  which  two  mortal  mice 
Might  slumber  through  existence,  far  aloof 
From  city  folks,  whose  sickly  looks  give  proof 
That  whatsoe'er  is  theirs,  thou,  Health,  art  not. 

ELLIOTT. 

16.  You'll  choose  a  grassy  swale 

In  which  your  wigwam  frame  to  make, 
Sheltered  by  crags  from  northern  gale, 
Shaded  by  boughs  save  towards  the  lake. 

The  red-bird's  nest  above  it  swino-s, 

t>  » 

The  ma-ma-twa  there  often  sings, 
There  too,  when  Spring  is  backward,  first 
Her  shrinking  blossoms  safely  burst, 
And  there,  when  Autumn's  leaf  is  sere, 
Some  flowers  will  stay  the  loitering  year. 

C.  F.  HOFFMAN — Vigil  of  Faith. 

17.  Now  doth  a  splendid  city  rise  to  view, 

With  carts,  and  cars,  and  coaches,  roaring  all ; 
Wide  poured  abroad  behold  the  giddy  crew, 
See  how  they  dash  along  from  wall  to  wall ; 
At  every  door,  hark,  how  they  thundering  call ! 
THOMSON—  Castle  of  Indolence. 

18.  No  other  home  is  thine,  than  where  the  wood 
Winds  her  green  tresses  o'er  the  golden  bank, 
Under  whose  edge  the  wild  brook  leaps  along 
Like  a  mad  courser,  running  to  the  sea. 

ELLERY  CHANNING. 


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19.  "  Lo,  a  house, 

An  elegant  villa  in  the  Grecian  style ! 

JOHN  WILSON. 

20.  I  see  the  happy  murmuring  rill, 

The  white  cot  bowered  beneath  the  pastoral  hill ! 
On  April  nights,  there  after  sparkling  showers 
The  dewy  gems  betray  the  cradled  flowers, 
As  if  some  sylphid,  starting  from  its  bed, 
In  the  rathe  blossom,  by  the  mortal's  tread, 
Had  left  behind  its  pearly  coronal. 

The  Neio  Timon. 

21.  Without  strife 
You  settle  to  a  country  life, 
And  in  a  sweet  retirement  there, 
Cherish  all  hope  but  banish  fear ; 
Offending  none,  so  for  defence 
Armed  cap-a-pee  with  innocence. 
You  will  dispose  of  your  time  thus, 
To  make  it  more  propitious  : 

First  your  God  served,  you  doe  commend 
The  rest  to  some  choice  book  or  friend, 
And  that  your  body  health  comprise, 
Use  too  some  moderate  exercise. 

EARL  OF  WESTMORLAND — My  Happy  Life. 

22.  His  castle  has  a  pleasant  seat :  the  air 
Nimbly  and  sweetly  recommends  itself 
Unto  our  gentle  senses — 

The  guest  of  Summer, 


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The  temple -haunting  martlet,  does  approve 
By  his  loved  mansionry  that  the  heaven's  breath 
Smells  wooingly  here.     No  jutty  frieze, 
Buttress,  nor  coigne  of  vantage,*  but  this  bird, 
Hath  made  his  pendant  bed,  and  procreant  cradle. 
Where  they  most  breed  and  haunt,  I  have  observed 
The  air  is  delicate. 

Macbeth. 

23.  Seest  thou  thy  home  ?    'tis  where  yon  woods  are 

waving 

In  their  dark  richness,  to  the  Summer  air ; 

Where  yon  blue  stream  a  thousand  flower -banks  lav 
ing 

Leads  down  the  hills  a  vein  of  light, — 'tis  there  ! 

There,  in  sweet  strains  of  kindred  music  blending, 

All  the  home-voices  meet  at  day's  decline  ; 

One  are  those  tones,  as  from  one  heart  ascending, — 

There  laughs  thy  home  ! 

HEMANS — Songs  of  Hue.  Affections. 

24.  Not  rudely  built  that  ancient  hall,  whose  doors 
Held  widely  open  by  the  unsparing  hand 

Of  active  charity,  give  amplest  welcome. 
Nor  unadorned  around  with  graceful  trees, 
Whose  music  all  the  seasons  through  is  heard 
Within  the  cheerful  mansion. 

ELLERY  CHANNING — Edward  and  Margaret. 

*  Convenient  corners. 


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25.  The  city's  smoke,  the  noxious  air, 

The  constant  crowd,  the  torches'  glare, 
The  morning  sleep,  the  noonday  call, 
The  late  repast,  the  midnight  ball. 

PRAED. 

26.  Oh  bright  is  that  home  when  the  Spring-time  returns, 
And  brighter  than  all,  when  the  evening  fire  burns, 
When  snow  falls  around  you,  and  comfort  within 
Tells  the  time  when  the  pleasures  of  Winter  begin. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

27.  Ah  this  is  your  dwelling,  a  peaceful  abode, 
Where  the  flower-twined  porch  draws  all  eyes  from 

the  road, 

Where  roses  and  jasmines  embower  the  door, 
That  never  is  closed  to  the  way-worn  and  poor. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

28.  A  noble  range  it  is  of  many  a  rood, 
Walled,  and  tree-girt,  and  ending  in  a  wood. 
A  small  sweet  house  o'erlooks  it  from  a  nest 
Of  pines,  all  wood  and  garden  is  the  rest, 
Lawn  and  green  lane,  and  covert,  and  a-near 
A  winding  stream  about  it,  glad  and  clear ; 
With  here  and  there  a  swan,  the  creature  born 
To  be  the  only  graceful  shape  of  scorn. 

The  flower-beds  all  are  liberal  of  delight, 
Roses  in  heaps  are  there,  both  red  and  white ; 
Lilies  angelical,  and  gorgeous  glooms 
Of  wall-flowers,  and  blue  hyacinths,  and  blooms 


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Hanging  their  clusters  from  light  boughs,  in  short 

All  the  sweet  cups  to  which  the  bees  resort ; 

With  plots  of  grass,  and  leafier  walks  between 

Of  red  geranium,  and  of  jessamine  ; 

And  orange,  whose  Avarm  leaves  so  finely  suit, 

And  look  as  if  they  shade  a  golden  fruit ; 

And  midst  the  flowers,  turfed  round,  with  softened 

haze, 

Mid  darksome  pines,  a  babbling  fountain  plays, 
Or  'twixt  their  shafts  you  see  the  waters  bright 
Which  through  the  tops  glimmer  with  showering  light. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Rimini. 

29.  Amid  the  city, 
The  great  humanity  which  beats 
Its  life  along  the  stony  streets, 
Like  a  strong  unsunned  river 

In  a  self-made  course,  is  ever 

Rolling  on,  rolling  on ! 
You  sit  and  hear  it  as  it  rolls, 
That  flow  of  souls, 
Made  up  of  many  tones  that  rise 
Each  to  each  as  contraries  ! 

E.  B.  BARRETT — Tlie  Soul's  Traveller. 

30.  It  is  a  valley  filled  without  sweetest  sounds, 

A  languid  music  haunting  everywhere, 
Like  that  with  which  a  Summer  eve  abounds, 
From  rustling  corn,  and  song-birds  calling  clear, 


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Down  sloping  uplands,  which  some  wood  surrounds, 

With  tinkling  rills,  just  heard,  but  not  too  near, 
And  low  of  cattle  on  the  distant  plain, 
And  peal  of  far-off  bells  now  caught,  now  lost  again. 

THOMAS  MILLER. 

31.  A  little  peaceful  refuge, 

Far  from  the  noise  of  the  tumultuous  city. 

Within  an  ancient  forest's  ample  verge, 

There  stands  the  lonely  but  the  healthful  dwelling, 

Built  for  convenience,  and  the  use  of  life. 

Around  it  fallow  meads  and  pastures  fair, 

A  little  garden,  and  a  limpid  brook, 

By  nature's  own  contrivance  seem  disposed. 

No  neighbors,  but  a  few  poor  simple  clowns, 

Honest  and  true,  and  a  well-meaning  priest. 

ROWE — Jane  Shore. 

32.  A  fairy  glen,  a  honeysuckle  bower, 

The  blackbird's  latest  note  is  lingering  there ! 
In  it,  as  in  a  shrine,  a  modest  pair 
Are  seated. 

ALLAN  CUNNINGHAM. 

33.  Your  home 
Hath  a  temptation 

You  shall  go  in,  and  by  your  cheerful  fire 
Wait  for  the  offices  of  love,  and  hear 
Accents  of  human  tenderness. 

N.  P.  WILLIS. 


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34.  A  deep  vale 

Near  a  clear  lake,  margined  by  fruits  of  gold 
And  whispering  myrtles,  glassing  softest  skies, 
As  cloudless,  save  with  rare  and  roseate  shadows, 

As  I  would  have  thy  fate  ! 

A  palace  lifting  to  eternal  Summer 
Its  marble  walls,  from  out  a  glossy  bower 
Of  coolest  foliage  musical  with  birds, 
Whose  songs  shall  syllable  thy  name. 

BULWER — Lady  of  Lyons. 

35.  A  green  and  silent  spot  amid  the  hills, 
A  small  and  silent  dell ! — 

Oh  'tis  a  quiet  spirit  healing  nook, 
Which  all  methinks  would  love  ! — 
Be  grateful,  that  through  nature's  quietness 
And  solitary  musings,  all  the  heart 
Is  softened,  and  made  worthy  to  indulge 
Love  and  the  thoughts  that  yearn  for  human  kind. 

SOUTHS  Y. 

36.  Low  is' your  pretty  cot;  the  tallest  rose 
Peeps  at  the  chamber  window.     One  can  hear 
At  silent  noon,  and  eve,  and  early  morn, 

The  sea's  faint  murmur.     In  the  open  air 
The  myrtles  blossom,  and  across  the  porch 
Thick  jasmines  twine  ;  the  little  landscape  round 
Is  green  and  woody,  and  relieves  the  eye. 
It  is  a  spot  which  you  may  aptly  call 

The  valley  of  Seclusion. 

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37.  Oh,  sweetly  is  bedecked  your  bower,  and  gorgeously 

your  halls ; 

Here  treads  the  foot  on  springing  buds,  and  there  on 
velvet  falls. 

The  massy  curtains  graceful  flow,  the  vase,  the  paint 
ing  warm, 

Those  household   echoes,  mirrors  bright,  revealing 
the  fair  form ; 

Exotics  that  perfume  the  air,  with  odors  sweet  and 
strange, 

And  shells  that  far  in  foreign  climes  mid  ocean  won 
ders  range, 

With   countless   gifts   of  taste   and   art,   in  classic 
beauty  rife, 

Are  laid  upon  your  homestead   shrine,  and  grace 
your  daily  life. 

C.  GILMAN — Merchant's  Bride. 

38.  O'er  that  house  there  hangs  a  solemn  gloom  ; 
The  step  falls  timid  in  each  gorgeous  room, 
Vast,  sumptuous,  dreary  as  some  Eastern  pile, 
Where  mutes  keep  watch — a  home  without  a  smile. 
Noiseless  as  silence  reigned  there,  like  a  law, 

And  the  cold  luxury  saddens  into  awe, 

Save  when  the  swell  of  sombre  festival 

Jars  into  joy  the  melancholy  hall, 

As  some  chance  wind  in  mournful  Autumn  wrings 

Discordant  notes,  although  from  music-strings. 

The  New  Timon. 


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39.  There  no  state  chambers  in  long  lines  unfold, 
Bright  with  broad  mirrors,  rough  with  fretted  gold ; 
Yet  modest  ornament,  with  use  combined, 
Attracts  the  eye  to  exercise  the  mind. 

Small  change  of  scene,  small  space  his  home  requires, 
Who  leads  a  life  of  satisfied  desires  ; 
Selected  shelves  shall  claim  thy  studious  hours, 
There  shall  thy  ranging  mind  be  fed  on  flowers, 
There,  while  the  shaded  lamp's  mild  lustre  streams, 
Read  ancient  books,  or  dream  inspiring  dreams. 
ROGERS — Epistle  to  a  Friend. 

40.  Seest  thou  not  the  smoke 
Through  those  loose  branches,  rising  in  a  wreath 
So  light,  as  scarcely  hides  the  leafy  stem 

Round  which  it  twines  ?     The  cottage  walls  are  hid, 

And  though  its  roof  peers  upward  through  the  boughs, 

The  close  green  moss  that  wraps  it  almost  seems 

A  portion  of  the  forest.     Nearer  still 

I  see  the  lattice,  and  the  woodbine  sprays, 

That  half  would  shadow  it,  if  one  fond  hand 

Checked  not  the  gadding  wreaths. 

BROWN — Bower  of  Spring. 

41.  MAN.     Thine  be  a  hearth  where  happy  faces  meet, 

When  night  hath  hushed  the  woods  with  all  their 

birds ; 

And  there  a  gentle  voice  will  sound  as  sweet 
As  antique  music  linked  with  household  words. 

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41.  LADY.     Thy  true  love  shall  build  thee  a  bower, 
Bedecked  with  many  a  fragrant  flower ; 

A  braver  bower  thou  ne'er  didst  see 
Than  thy  true  love  shall  build  for  thee. 

Percy's  Reliques. 

42.  A  little  town  of  various  brick, 
Irregularly  built,  nor  much  adorned 
By  architectural  craft,  save  that  indeed 
As  you  approach  it  from  the  south,  a  pile 
Of  questionable  Gothic  lifts  its  head, 
With  something  of  a  grave  collegiate  air. 

MOULTRIE— Dream  of  Life. 

43.  Though  shaggy  are  the  walls  and  roof 

With  branches  intertwined, 
Yet  smooth  is  all  within,  air-proof 

And  delicately  lined. 
A  hearth  is  there,  and  maple  dish, 

And  cups  in  seemly  rows, 
And  couch,  all  ready  to  a  wish 

For  nurture  or  repose. 

WORDSWORTH. 

44.  This  abode, 
Framed  for  the  occupation  of  content, 
Looks  down  upon  a  valley,  where  one  lake 
Keceives  into  its  depths  some  circling  hills, 
Green  in  the  Summer,  with  majestic  growth 
Of  lofty  cedars,  and  time-hallowed  oaks, 
And  the  gay  foliage  of  the  birch  and  ash. 


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The  sudden  storms  nursed  in  the  mountain's  arms, 
Visit  that  tranquil  landscape  in  brief  kind, 
Coming  with  mighty  speed,  scarce  touching  there, 
As  if  that  valley  were  too  fair  for  violence. 

ELLERY  CHANNING. 

45.  A  cottage  far  removed.     'Tis  in  a  glade 
Where  the  sun  harbors,  and  one  side  of  it 
Listens  to  bees,  another  to  a  brook. 
Lovers  that  have  just  parted  for  the  night 

Dream  of  such  spots   when  they  have  said  their 
prayers. 

LEIGH  HUNT 

46.  Ah  me !  it  desolately  stands 

Without  a  roof,  the  gates  fallen  from  their  band, 
The  casements  all  broke  down,  no  chimney  left ! 

ALLAN  RAMSAY — Gentle  Shepherd. 

47.  Near  tall  houses  with  quaint  gables, 

Where  frequent  windows  shine, 
And  quays  that  lead  to  bridges 

And  trees  in  formal  line, 
And  masts  of  vessels. 

T.  HOOD. 

48.  It  seems  like  Eden's  angel-peopled  vale, 

So  bright  the  sky,  so  soft  the  streams  do  flow. 
Such  tones  come  riding  on  the  musk- winged  gale, 
The  very  air  seems  sleepily  to  blow  ; 
And  choicest  flowers  enamel  every  dale, 


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Flushed  with  the  richest  sunlight's  rosy  glow  ; 

It  is  a  valley  drowsy  with  delight, 

Such  fragrance  flows  around — with  beauty  dims  the 

sight. 

THOMAS  MILLER. 

49.  It  is  a  shady  and  sequestered  scene, 
Like  those  famed  gardens  of  Boccaccio, 
Planted  with  his  own  laurel- evergreen, 
And  roses  that  for  endless  Summer  blow  ; 
And  there  are  fountain- springs  to  overflow 
Their  marble  basins, — and  cool  green  arcades 
Of  tall  o'er  arching  sycamores,  to  throw 
Athwart  the  dappled  path  the  dancing  shades, 
With  timid  coneys  cropping  the  green  blades. 

HOOD — Plea  of  the  Midsummer  Fairies. 

50.  Your  home  is  the  one  that  is  sought  by  us  still, 
When  the  night-clouds  of  Winter  bring  darkness  and 

chill, 
When  the  ramblers  return  from  their  toil  or  their 

play, 

And  tell  o'er  the  news  and  the  deeds  of  the  day. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

51.  Near  a  small  village  in  the  West, 
Where  many  very  worthy  people 
Eat,  drink,  play  whist. 

PRAED. 

52.  Your  house  within  the  city 
Is  richly  furnished  with  plate  and  gold  ; 


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Basins,  and  ewers  to  lave  your  dainty  hands ; 
Your  hangings  all  of  Tyrian  tapestry  ; 
Fine  linen,  Turkey  cushions  bossed  with  pearl, 
Valence  of  Venice,  gold  in  needle-work, 
Pewter  and  brass,  and  all  things  that  belong 
To  house  or  house-keeping. 

Taming  of  tJie  Shrew. 

53.  Is  this  the  hall?     The  nettle  buildeth  bowers 

Where  loathsome  toad  and  beetle  black  are  seen ! 
Are  these  the  chambers  ?     Fed  by  darkest  showers 

The  slimy  worm  hath  o'er  them  crawling  been ! 
Is  this  the  home  ?     The  owlet's  dreary  cry 
Unto  that  asking  makes  a  sad  reply. 

NICOLL. 

54.  At  your  farm 

You'll  have  a  hundred  milch-kine  to  the  pail, 
Six  score  fat  oxen  standing  in  your  stalls, 
And  all  things  answerable  to  this  portion. 

Taming  of  the  Shrew. 

55.-  A  parlor  with  a  window  low, 
An  old  bow  window  wide ; 
A  vine  grows  within  it,  sweet  roses  without, 
And  many  a  flower  beside. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

56.  'Tis  the  best  fashioned  and  well-ordered  thing 
That  ever  eye  beheld  ;  and  therewithal, 
The  fit  attendance  by  the  servants  used, 


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The  gentle  guise  in  serving  every  guest 
In  other  entertainments,  everything 
About  your  house  so  artfully  disposed, 
That  even  as  in  a  turnspit,  (called  a  jack,) 
One  vice  assists  another,  the  great  wheels 
Turning  but  softly,  make  the  less  to  whirr 
About  their  business,  every  different  part 
Concurring  in  one  commendable  end ; 
So,  in  such  nice  conformance,  with  rare  grace 
Are  all  things  ordered  in  your  house. 

G.  CHAPMAN—  The  Gentleman  Usher,  1GOG. 

57.  Your  hame  a  hame  o'  happiness 

And  kindly  love  may  be, 
And  monie  a  nameless  dwelling  place 

Like  this  we  still  may  see. 
Your  happy  altar-hearth  so  bright 

Is  ever  bleezing  there, 
And  cheerful  faces  round  it  met 

Are  an  unending  prayer. 

NICOLL. 

58.  Your  dwelling  is  full  fair  upon  a  heath ; 
With  greeny  trees  yshadowed  is  his  place. 

CHAUCER—  Canterbury  Tales. 

59.  A  palace  beautiful  to  see ; 
Marble  porched,  and  cedar  chambered, 

Hung  with  damask  drapery  : 
Bossed  with  ornaments  of  silver, 
Interlaid  with  gems  and  gold  ; 


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Filled  with  carvings,  from  cathedrals 

Rescued  in  the  days  of  old : 
Eloquent  with  books  and  pictures, 

All  that  luxury  can  afford ; 
Warm  with  statues  that  Pygmalion 

Might  have  fashioned — and  adored. 
In  the  forest  glades  and  vistas 

Lovely  are  the  light  and  gloom, 
Fountains  sparkle  in  the  gardens, 

And  exotics  breathe  perfume. 

MACKAY — The  Out-coiner,  and  the  In-goer. 


YOUR  DESTINY. 


Before  thy  soul  at  this  deep  Lottery 
Draw  forth  her  prize  ordained  by  Destiny, 
Know  that  there's  no  recanting  a  first  choice ; 
Choose  then  discreetly. 

THOMAS  DECKER —  The  Comedy  of  Forlunatus. 


"THIS  IS  THE  TIME,  INQUIRE  YOUR  DES 
TINIES." 

DRYDEN'S  VIRGIL. 


HOU   wilt,    so    rich    in    intellectual 

wealth, 
Blend  thought  with  exercise,  with 

knowledge  health. 
Long  in  thy  sheltered  scene  of  let 
tered  talk, 

With  sober  step  repeat  the  pensive  walk, 
Nor  scorn  when  graver  triflings  fail  to  please, 
The  cheap  amusements  of  a  mind  at  ease. 
Thus,  every  care  in  sweet  oblivion  cast, 
Spend  many  an  Idle  hour — not  idly  passed. 

ROGERS — Epistle  to  a  Friend. 

2.  MAN.     You'll  marry  with  a  scolding  wife 

The  fourteenth  of  November, 
She'll  make  you  weary  of  your  life 
By  one  unruly  member. 

BURNS. 

2.  LADY.     Beauty,  high  birth,  wealth  and  a  Hero's  love. 

FREDERICA  BREMER — The  Bondmaid. 

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3.  You  have  been  wretched,  yet 

The  silver  shower  whose  reckless  burthen  weighs 

Too  heavily  upon  the  lily's  head, 

Oft  leaves  a  saving  moisture  at  the  roots. 

WORDSWORTH. 

4.  The  spell 

The  mightiest  upon  earth — the  spell  of  love, 
Familiar,  mutual,  requited  love 
Shall  be  upon  thee ;  and  its  charmed  power, 
Shall  at  each  moment,  at  a  wish,  call  up 
More  wealth  than  ever  crossed  the  desert  sands, 
Gems  purer,  costlier  far  than  Araby's ; 
Unsunned  treasures,  from,  that  richest  mine, 
The  human  heart ! 

Poca/wntas—By  a  Citizen  of  the  West. 

5.  Fair  fortune  shines  with  calm  and  steady  ray 
Upon  the  tenor  of  thy  happy  way, 

A  future  like  the  past. 

MRS.  NORTON. 

6.  A  contented  heart, 
Peace,  competence,  and  health. 

Fond  friends  to  love  thee  dearly, 

And  honest  friends  to  chide, 
And  faithful  ones  to  cleave  to  thee, 

Whatever  may  betide. 

CAROLINE  BOWLES. 

T.  A  dream  is  on  my  soul ! 

I  see  a  slumberer  crowned  with  flowers  and  smiling 


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As  in  delighted  visions,  on  the  brink 
Of  a  dread  chasm ! 

HEMANS — Vespers  of  Palermo. 

8.  Some  high  or  humble  enterprise  of  good 
Thou'lt  ponder,  till  it  shall  possess  thy  mind, 
Become  thy  study,  pastime,  rest,  and  food, 
And  kindle  in  thy  heart  a  flame  refined. 

Pray  Heaven  for  firmness  thy  whole  soul  to  bend 
To  this  thy  purpose — to  begin,  pursue, 
With  thoughts  all  fixed,  and  feelings  purely  kind ; 
Strength  to  complete,  and  with  delight  review, 
And  grace  to  give  the  praise  where  all  is  due. 

CARLOS  WILCOX. 

9.  From  a  distant  stranger-land, 

You'll  come  to  sit  again 
In  the  home  that  sheltered  you, 
Ere  ye  sailed  across  the  main. 

*    NICOLL. 

10.  MAN.     To  wed  the  earliest  loved — 

She  who  in  laughing  childhood,  and  ripe  youth 
Was  ever  thine — with  whose  advancing  thought 
You  grew  intwined,  and  who  in  time  will  yield 
Her  maiden  coyness,  and  in  mystic  band 
Will  link  herself  to  thee,  one  heart,  one  life 
Bind  ye  together — in  the  innermost  soul 
Either  be  known  to  other. 

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10.  LADY.     Friendship  shall  still  thy  evening  feasts  adorn, 
And  blooming  peace  shall  ever  bless  thy  morn. 

PRIOR. 

11.  As  the  bee 

From  flower  to  flower,  so  you  from  land  to  land, 
The  manners,  customs,  policy  of  all 
Pay  contribution  to  the  store  you  glean ; 
You'll  suck  intelligence  from  every  clime, 
And  spread  the  honey  of  your  deep  research 
On  your  return. 

COWPER —  Task. 

12.  Your  down-bed  a  pallet,  your  trinkets  a  bead, 
Your  lustre,  one  taper  that  serves  you  to  read ; 
Your  sculpture,  the  crucifix  nailed  by  your  bed ; 
Your  paintings,  one  print  of  the  thorn-covered  head  ; 
Your  cushion,  the  pavement  that  wearies  your  knees ; 
Your  music,  the  psalm,  or  the  sigh  of  disease. 

GERALD  GRIFFIN — Ballad  Poetry  of  Ireland. 

13.  Peaceful  shalt  thou  end  thy  future  days, 
And  steal  thyself  from  life  by  slow  decays. 

POPE. 

14.  Life  and  all  seasons  shall  be  sweet  to  thee ; 
Whether  the  Summer  clothe  the  genial  earth 
With  greenness,  or  the  redbreast  sit  and  sing 
Between  the  tufts  of  snow,  on  the  bare  branch 
Of  mossy  apple-tree,  while  the  nigh  thatch 
Smokes  in  the  sun-thaw,  whether  the  eave-drops  fall 


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Heard  only  in  the  trances  of  the  blast, 
Or  if  the  secret  ministry  of  frost 
Shall  hang  them  up  in  silent  icicles, 
Quietly  shining  to  the  shining  moon. 

COLERIDGE— Frost  at  Midnight. 

15.  You'll  wander  amid  many  skies, 
Where  springs  of  bitter  taste  arise, 
And  many  leaves  once  fair  and  gay, 
From  youth's  full  flower  will  drop  away ; 
But  as  those  looser  leaves  depart, 

The  lessened  flower  gets  near  the  core, 
And  when  deserted  quite,  the  heart 
Takes  closer  what  was  dear  of  yore. 

WILIJS— Birthday  Scenes. 

16.  You  will  dare  all,  and  bear  all, 
And  let  no  drop  fall ; 

You  will  plot  and  contrive 
A  fortune  to  hive. 

SCHILLER. 

17.  You'll  be  by  goodness  crowned, 
Revered  though  not  renowned. 

SPRAGUE. 

18.  When  joy's  bright  sun  has  shed  his  evening  ray, 
And  hope's  delusive  meteors  cease  to  play, 
When  clouds  on  clouds  the  smiling  prospect  close, 
Still  thfougli  the  gloom  thy  star  serenely  flows. 

CAMPBELL. 


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19.  MAN.     That  which  Alexander  sighed  for, 
That  which  Caesar's  soul  possessed, 
That  which  heroes,  kings  have  died  for, — 
Glory ! 

MONTGOMERY. 

19.  LADY.     Silent  as  one  who  treads  on  new-fallen  snow 
Shall  love  come  on  thee  ere  thou  art  aware. 

JAMES  LOWELL. 


20.  Love  in  a  hut,  with  water  and  a  crust. 


KEATS. 


21.  A  cheerful  friend  shall  bring  thee  cheerful  news. 

HOWITT. 

22.  Calm  wedded  affection,  that  home-rooted  plant, 
Which  sweetens  seclusion  and  smiles  in  the  shade. 

MOORE. 

23.  Rivers  of  plenty  will  flow  in  your  hand, 

Your  barns  be  o'er-crammed  with  the  fruit  of  the 
land. 

SCHILLER. 

24.  Thou  mayst  not  set  thy  foot  within  thy  fields, 
Thou  mayst  not  pull  a  sapling  from  thy  hills, 
Thou  mayst  not  enter  thy  fair  mansion  house. 

HOWITT. 

25.  You  will  dwell  in  lordly  houses  with  gardens  all 

about, 
And  servants  to  attend  you  when  you  go  in  and  out ; 


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You'll  have  music  for  the  hearing,  and  pictures  for 

the  eye, 

And  exquisite  and  costly  things  each  sense  to  gratify. 

HOWITT. 

26.  You  shall  know  the  wounds  invisible, 
That  Love's  keen  arrows  make. 

As  You  Like  It. 

2*7.  MAN.     While  the  rivers  seek  the  sea, 

And  while  the  young  stars  shine, 
No  woman's  love  shall  light  on  thee, 
No  woman's  heart  be  thine. 

HEMANS. 

27.  LADY.  Gladly  reconciled 
To  numerous  self-denials,  you  will  live, 
Still  struggling  on  through  life's  calamities, 
With  cheerful  hope. 

WORDSWORTH — Excursion. 

28.  To  sing  thy  song  amidst  the  stoning  crowd, 
Then  stand  apart,  obscure  to  man,  with  God. 
The  poet  of  the  Future  knows  his  place, 
Though  in  the  Present  shady  be  his  seat, 
And  all  his  laurels  deepening  but  the  shade. 

HORNE — Orion. 

29.  You  will  plant,  you  will  reap, 
You  will  gather  and  keep. 

SCHILLER. 


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30.  I  see  the  cloud  and  the  tempest  near, 
The  voice  of  the  troubled  tide  I  hear, 
Thy  bosom's  bark  on  the  surge  I  see, 

And,  wanderer,  thy  loved  one  is  there  with  thee. 

L.  DAVIDSON. 

31.  MAN.     Before  you  do  descend  into  the  grave, 
You  will  a  small  house  and  large  garden  have, 
And  a  few  friends,  and  many  books,  both  true, 

Both  wise,  and  both  delightful  too  ! 

And  since  Love  ne'er  will  from  thee  flee, 
A  bride  too,  moderately  fair, 
And  good  as  guardian  angels  are, 

Only  beloved  and  loving  thee. 

COWLEY—  The  Wish. 

31.  LADY.  Your  home  will  be 

A  happy  one,  the  centre  and  the  source 

Of  healthful  joys,  which  you  will  minister 

Each  to  the  other,  or  together  share ; 

And  you  will  learn,  through  mutual  self-restraint 

And  mutual  joy  imparted  and  received, 

To  love  each  other  dearly. 

MOULTRTE—  The  Dream  of  Life. 

32.  Dame  Fortune  is  a  fickle  gipsy, 

And  always  blind,  and  sometimes  tipsy  ; 
Sometimes  for  years  and  years  together, 
She'll  bless  you  with  the  sunniest  weather, 
Bestowing  honor,  pudding,  pence, 
You  can't  imagine  why  or  whence  ; — 


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Then  in  a  moment,  Presto, — Pass ! — 
Your  joys  are  withered  like  the  grass. 

PRAED — Haunted  Tree. 

33.  Every  stride  you  make 

Will  but  remember  you,  what  a  deal  of  world 
You  wander  from  the  jewels  that  you  love. 
Must  you  not  serve  a  long  apprenticehood 
To  foreign  passages  ? 

King  Richard  Second. 

34.  A  hospitable  home, 

A  spirit  patient,  pious,  proud,  and  free ; 

A  self-respect  grafted  on  innocent  thoughts  ; 

Strong  days  of  health,  and  nights  of  sleep  ;  thy  toils 

By  danger  dignified,  yet  guiltless ;  hopes 

Of  cheerful  old  age,  and  a  quiet  grave, 

With  cross  and  garland  over  its  green  turf, 

And  thy  grandchildren's  love  for  epitaph  : 

This  do  I  see. 

BYRON— Manfred. 

35.  A  small  inheritance 
Contenteth  you,  and  is  worth  a  monarchy. 
You  seek  not  to  wax  great  by  others'  waning, 
Or  gather  wealth  you  care  not  with  what  envy  ; 
Sufficeth  that  you  have  maintains  your  state, 
And  sends  the  poor  well  pleased  from,  your  gate. 

Henry  Sixth. 

36.  MAN.     A  most  portentous  trial  waits  thee  now, 
Woman's  bright  eyes,  and  dazzling  snowy  brow  ; 


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Eyes  of  all  hue,  as  Love  may  chance  to  raise 
His  black  or  azure  banner  in  their  blaze, 
And  each  sweet  mode  of  warfare,  from  the  flash 
That  lightens  boldly  through  the  shadowy  lash, 
To  the  sky -stealing  splendors  almost  hid, 
Like  swords  half  sheathed,  beneath  the  downcast  lid. 

MOORE — Lalla  Rookh. 

36.  LADY.     Your   course   of  true   love  never  will   run 

smooth ; 

For  either  'twill  be  different  in  blood, 
Or  else  misgrafted  in  respect  of  years, 
Or  else  'twill  stand  upon  the  choice  of  friends  ; 
Or,  if  there  is  a  sympathy  in  choice, 
War,  death,  or  sickness  will  lay  siege  to  it. 

Midsummer  Night's  Dream. 

37.  Thou  must  endure,  yet  loving  all  the  while, 

Above,  yet  never  separate  from  thy  kind,— 
Meet  every  frailty  with  the  gentlest  smile, 

Though  to  no  possible  depth  of  evil  blind. 
This  is  the  riddle  thou  hast  life  to  solve ; 

But  in  the  task  thou  shalt  not  work  alone, 
For  while  the  worlds  about  the  sun  revolve, 

God's  heart  and  mind  are  ever  with  his  own. 
MILNES— Palm  Leaves. 

38.  Long  years  will  see  thee  roaming 

A  sad  and  weary  way, 
Like  traveller  tired  at  gloaming, 

Of  a  sultry  Summer's  day.  j 


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But  soon  a  home  will  greet  thee, 

Though  low  its  portals  be, 
And  ready  kindness  meet  thee, 

And  peace  that  will  not  flee. 

PERCIVAL. 

39.  Oh  be  thou  blest  with  all  that  Heaven  can  send, 
Long  health,  long  youth,  long  pleasure  and  a  friend, 

POPE. 

40.  How  fair  life's  morn  to  you! 

The  world  is  blithe  and  gay — 
Hope,  beckoning  with  an  angel's  smile, 
Leads  on  the  way. 

MARIA  JAMES. 

41.  There  is  probation  to  decree, 
Many  and  long  must  the  trials  be ; 
Thou  shalt  victorious  endure 

If  that  brow  is  true,  and.  those  eyes  are  sure. 

BROWNING — T/ie  Duchess. 

42.  MAN.  In  some  auspicious  hour, 

In  some  sweet  solitude,  in  some  green  bower, 
Whither  your  fate  shall  lead  you,  there  unseen, 
You  will  behold  your  fancy's  gracious  queen, 
Singing  sweet  song  that  you  shall  hear  awhile, 
Then  catch  the  transient  glory  of  her  smile. 

CRABBE—  Tales  of  the  Hall. 


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42.  LADY.     Thou'lt  bear  through  sorrow,  wrong,  and  ruth, 

In  thy  heart  the  dew  of  youth, 
On  thy  lips  the  smile  of  truth. 

LONGFELLOW. 

43.  Courage  !  you  travel  through  a  darksome  cave, 
But  still  as  nearer  to  the  light  you  draw, 
Fresh  gales  will  reach  you  from  the  upper  air, 
And  wholesome  dews  of  heaven  ycfur  forehead  lave, 
The  darkness  lighten  more,  till  full  of  awe 

You  stand  in  the  open  sunshine  unaware. 

R.  C.  TRENCH. 

44.  You'll  be  forgotten — as  old  debts 

By  persons  who  are  used  to  borrow ; 
Forgotten — as  the  sun  that  sets, 

When  shines  a  new  one  on  the  morrow ; 
Forgotten — like  a  luscious  peach, 

That  blessed  the  school-boy  last  September ; 
Forgotten  like  a  maiden  speech, 

Which  all  men  praise  and  none  remember. 

PRAED. 

45.  Pursue  thy  pleasurable  way, 

Safe  in  the  guidance  of  thy  heavenly  guard, 

While  melting  airs  are  heard, 
And  soft-eyed  cherub  forms  around  thee  play. 

BEATTIE — Ode  to  Spring. 

46.  Friends,  books,  a  garden,  and  perhaps  your  pen; 
Delightful  industry  enjoyed  at  home, 


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And  nature,  in  her  cultivated  trim, 
Dressed  to  your  taste,  inviting  you  abroad. 

COWPER —  Task. 

47.  From  the  height 

Of  Hope  I  see  the  landscape,  bathed  in  light ; 
And  where  the  golden  dimness  veils  the  gaze, 
Guess  out  the  spot,  and  mark  the  site  of  happy  days. 

The  New  Timon. 

48.  With  peace  of  mind  from  goodness  given, 
Thy  hope  in  God,  thy  heart  in  heaven, 
Thy  bark  is  bliss,  thy  ocean  peace. — 
The  rock  to  which  thy  spirit  clings 

The  everlasting  King  of  kings. 

SILLERY — Royal  Mariner. 

49.  Contented  will  thy  easy  moments  fly, 

Each  thought  a  wing  to  lift  them  to  the  sky. 

GEORGE  LUNT — Age  of  Gold. 

50.  Sunrise  will  come  next ! 
The  shadow  of  the  night  is  passed  away ! 

Here  begins  your  true  career. 

Look  up  to  it !     All  now  is  possible — 
The  glory  and  the  grandeur  of  each  dream, 

And  every  prophecy  shall  be  fulfilled. 

BROWNING — burla. 

51.  Hymen  doth  only  wait 
An  opportunity  to  light  his  torch, 
Which  will  burn  glorious  at  your  nuptials. 

JAMES  SHIRLEY—  The  Traitor. 


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52.  Scarce  a  room  beneath,  your  roof  unmarked 
By  some  distinction  of  remembered  joy  ; 
Of  friends,  whose  visits  though  too  much  like  those 
Of  angels,  passing  short  and  far  between, 
Almost  like  those  of  angels  gladden  you ; 
Of  pleasant  and  endearing  intercourse 
With  neighbors  whom  you  love ;  of  home  content, 
Enlivened  by  those  studies  and  pursuits, 
Which  purify  and  strengthen,  while  they  soothe 
The  weary  mind. 

JOHN  MOULTRIE — The  Dream  of  Life. 


53.  How  shall  you  live  ?     In  earnestness. 

What  shall  you  do  ?     Work  earnestly. 
What  shall  you  give  ?     A  willingness. 
What  shall  you  gain  ?     Tranquillity. 

ELLERY  CHANNING. 


54.  From  this  time  forth 

A  cry  is  in  thy  heart,  a  trumpet  call 
That  sounds  a  summons  to  the  rescue.     See 
If  thou  obey  it  not ! 

TAYLOR — Edwin  the  Fair. 


55.  To  germinate,  develop,  radiate, 

And  like  a  star  go  out,  and  leave  no  mark 
Save  a  high  memory. 

HORNE — Orion. 


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56.  All  will  be  well, 

Much  happiness  will  be  thy  portion  yet. 
Love  will  be  with  thee  breathing  his  native  air, 
And  peace  around  thee,  through  the  power  of  love. 
TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 


PART  SECOND. 


FAVORITE    WALK, 

LIKES    AND    DESIRES, 

AVERSIONS, 

TREES  AND  BLOSSOMS, 

BIRDS, 

POETS,  .- 


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WHEN  OR  WHERE  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE 
WALK  ? 


For  thee,  seek  thou  Solitude,  but  neither  in  excess  nor  morosely ; 

For  there,  separate  from  a  crowd,  the  still  small  voice  will  talk  with 
thee. 

There  as  thou  walkest  by  the  sea,  beneath  the  gentle  stars, 

Many  kindling  seeds  of  good  will  sprout  within  thy  soul. 

Pass  on,  pass  on  !  for  this  is  the  path  of  wisdom : 

God  make  thee  prosper  on  the  way :    I  leave  thee  well  with  Soli 
tude. 

TUPPER — Proverbial  Philosophy. 


WHEN  OR  WHERE  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE; 
WALK? 


MID  thick  trees,  which  reaching  round 

about 
In  shady  blessing,  stretch  their  old 

arms  out, 
With   spots   of  sunny  openings,  and 

with  nooks 

To  lie  and  read  in,  sloping  into  brooks, 
Where  at  her  drink,  you  startle  the  slim  deer/ 
Retreating  lightly  with  a  lovely  fear ; 
Where  all  about,  the  birds  keep  leafy  house, 
And  sing  and  dart  within  and  out  the  boughs  ; 
And  all  about,  a  lovely  sky  of  blue 
Clearly  is  felt,  or  down  the  leaves  laughs  through ; 
While  bowering  leaves  hang  o'er,  to  which  the  eye 
Looks  up^  half  sweetly  or  half  awfully, — 
Places  of  nestling  green,  for  Poets  made, 
Where  when  the  sunshine  strikes  a  yellow  shade, 
The  rugged  trunks  to  inward  peeping  sight, 
Throng  in  dark  pillars  up  the  gold  green  light. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Rimini. 


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2.  Through  all  your  childhood's  walks,  the  lane,  the  grove, 
Along  the  silvery  rill  to  slowly  move, 
Mingling   your    hope's   bright   lights  with   softening 

shades 
That  memory  throws   'mong  hill-tops,   streams,   and 

glades. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

j  3.  On  some  mild  eve  when  woods  are  sappy, 
And  the  early  moths  have  sprung 
To  life,  from  many  a  breathing  sheath 
Woven  the  warm  boughs  beneath, 
While  small  birds  say  to  themselves 
What  shall  soon  be  actual  song. 

BROWNING—  Bells  and  Pomegranates. 

4.  Where  'tween  two  winding  hills  that  close  the  vale, 
The  watery  landscape  lies,  and  seems  to  join 

The  bending  sky  ;  while  far'around,  the  clouds 
Hasten  to  hang  their  golden  canopy, 
Lit  by  the  sun's  last  smile. 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS—  The  Mountain  Home. 

5.  In  the  forest, 
Where  sloping  up  the  darkest  glades, 
The  moon  has  drawn  her  colonnades, 
Upon  whose  floor  the  verdure  fades 

To  a  faint  silver. 

E.  B.  BARRETT — Vision  of  Poets. 

6.  Up  the  craggy  cliff  you  love  to  climb, 
When  all  in  mist  the  world  below  is  lost. 


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What  dreadful  pleasure  !  there  to  stand  sublime 
Like  shipwrecked  mariner  on  desert  coast, 
And  view  the  enormous  waste  of  vapor,  tost 
In  billows,  lengthening  to  the  horizon  round, 
Now  scooped  in  gulfs,  with  mountains  now  embossed. 

BEATTIE — Minstrel. 

7.  A  narrow  pathway  through  a  tangled  wood, 
Where  in  unbroken  mass,  above  your  head, 
The  canopy  of  woven  boughs  is  spread, 

So  closely  blended,  that  the  noontide  ray 
Dies  like  the  glance  of  faint  departing  day. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH. 

8.  When  a  starlight  sky  is  overhead, 

A  quiet  breeze  around, 
And  the  flowers  a  thrilling  fragrance  shed, 

And  the  waves  a  soothing  sound. 

PRAED — Red  Fisherman. 

9.  When    the    Spring-wind,    like    a   dancing   psaltress* 

passes 

Over  earth's  breast  to  waken  it ;  rare  verdure 
Buds  here  and  there  upon  rough  banks,  between 
The  withered  tree-roots,  and  the  cracks  of  frost, 
Like  a  smile  striving  with  a  wrinkled  face. 
The  grass  grows  bright,  the  boughs  are  swoll'n  with 

blooms, 

Like  chrysalids,  impatient  for  the  air. 
The  shining  dorrs  are  busy,  loetles  run 


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Along  the  furrows,  ants  make  their  ado. 
Above,  birds  fly  in  merry  flocks,  and  one 
Soars  up,  and  up,  shivering  for  very  joy. 
God  renews  his  ancient  rapture. 

BROWNING-^-  Paracelsus. 

10.  On  the  green  land  where  your  daily 

Steps  in  jocund  childhood  played ; 
Dimpled  close  with  hill  and  valley, 
Dappled  very  close  with  shade ; 
Summer  snow  of  apple  blossoms,  running  up  from 
glade  to  glade. 

E.  B.  BARRETT—  Tlie  Lost  Bower. 

11.  By  a  shore  where  beetling  cliffs 

O'erhang  the  breaking  spray, 
While  pure  white  sands  beneath 
Border  a  breezy  bay. 

H.  ALFORD. 

12.  Beneath  a  fringe  of  dewy  leaves, 
That  droop  away  from  many  a  bended  bough, 
Thou  lov'st  to  be  on  Summer's  golden  eves, 
And  gaze  above 

Thinking  each  lustrous  star  a  heavenly  shrine 
For  an  immortal  soul,  and  wondering  which  is  thine. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

13.  In  that  still  and  holy  time, 

When  the  glowing  sunset  seems 


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Like  a  pathway  to  a  clime, 
Only  seen  till  now  in  dreams. 


R.  C.  TRENCH. 


14.  Down  the  bank 

With  sweet  wild  roses  and  thick  hazels  rank, 
By  an  unheeded  track  your  feet  may  creep 
Into  a  shady  covert,  still  and  deep, 
Harbor  of  flowery  fragrance — with  full  tide 
The  river  wanders  by ;  on  either  side 
Over  their  rocks,  the  merry  runnels  leap. 

HENRY  ALFORD. 

15.  'JSTeath  moss-grown  domes,  with  spiry  turrets  crown'd, 
Where  awful  arches  make  a  noonday  night, 

And  the  dim  windows  shed  a  solemn  light. 

POPE — Abclard  and  Eloisa. 

16.  Pleasant  at  noon,  beside  the  vocal  brook 

To  lay  you  down,  and  watch  the  floating  clouds, 
And  shape  to  fancy's  wild  similitudes 
Their  ever-varying  forms. 

SOUTHEY. 

17.  Where  sleep  the  dead  in  holy  ground  ; 
!N"or  know  you  aught  so  sweet  and  still, 
As  is  the  peace  which  there  is  found. 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS — The  Babtistery. 

18.  Along  the  winding  shores,  so  richly  green, 
Where,  mid  his  corn-clad  fields,  the  farmer  toils, 
And  village  after  village  lifts  its  spire. 

FANNY  KEMBLE. 


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19.  Beneath  those  rugged  elms,  that  yew-tree's  shade, 

Where  heaves  the  turf  in  many  a  mouldering  heap ; 
Where  in  their  narrow  cells  forever  laid, 

The  rude  forefathers  of  the  hamlet  sleep. 

GRAY — Elegy. 

20.  In  a  deep  forest,  where  the  night-black  spires 
Of  pines  begin  to  swing  and  breathe  a  dirge. 

HORNE — Orion. 

21.  To  roam  at  large  the  lonely  mountain's  head, 
Or,  where  the  maze  of  some  bewildered  stream, 
To  deep,  untrodden  groves  your  footsteps  lead. 

REATTIE — Minstrel. 

22.  To  roam 

In  converse  close  of  those  and  these, 
Beneath  a  long  arcade  of  trees  ; 
Tall  trunks  stand  up  on  right  and  left 

Like  columns,  in  the  gloom  of  night. 

PRAED —  Troubathur. 

23.  Through  the  valley,  where  the  glittering  harebells 

peep, 

Where  laden  bees  go  droning  by,  and  hum  them 
selves  to  sleep  ; 

Where  all  that's  bright  with  bloom  and  light  springs 
forth  to  greet  the  day, 

And  every  blade  pours  incense  to  the  warm  and 
cloudless  ray ; 

Where  children  come  to  laugh  away  their  happy 
Summer  hours, 

K 


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And  chase  the  downy  butterfly,  or  crown  themselves 

with  flowers ; 
Through  the  valley,  through  the  valley,  oh  who  does 

not  like  to  bask 
Amid  the  fairest  beauties,  Heaven  can  give  or  man 

can  ask  ? 

ELIZA  COOK. 

24.  You  love  to  turn  off  to  a  shady  walk 
Close  and  continuous,  fit  for  lovers'  talk, 
And  then  pursue  the  stream,  and  as  you  tread 
Onward  and  onward,  o'er  the  velvet  bed, 
Feel  on  your  face  an  air,  watery  and  sweet, 
And  a  new  sense  in  your  soft-lighting  feet. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Rimini. 

25.  At  the  twilight  hour, 
When  shadows  gather  round, 

And  softer  sings  the  little  bird 

And  insect  from  the  ground  : 
You  feel  that  this  within  the  heart 

Must  be  the  hour  of  prayer, 
For  earth  in  its  deep  quietude 

Doth  own  its  Maker  there. 

MRS.  SMITH— Sinless  Child. 

26.  Down  by  the  wood, 

When  daylight  is  breaking, 
And  the  first  breath  of  dawn 
The  green  leaves  is  shaking, — 


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'Tis  bliss  without  limit 

Alone  to  be  straying, 
To  hear  the  wild  woodbirds 

And  what  they  are  saying. 

ROBERT  NICOLL. 

27.  While  the  sun  his  crimson  radiance  showers, 

And  stars  the  green  night  of  the  woods  with  flowers, 
That  hung  like  rubies,  on  each  trembling  thorn, 
Outshine  the  myriad  opals  of  the  morn. — 
Now  take  thy  lonely  walk  of  ecstacy ! 

ELLIOTT — Young  Devotee. 

\  28.  Your  earliest  steps  have  wandered  from  the  green 

and  fertile  land, 
Down  where  the  clear  blue  ocean  rolled,  to  pace  the 

rugged  strand ; 
You  proudly  flung  the  proffered  bribe  and  gilded 

toy  away, 
To  gather  up  the  salt  sea-weed,  or  dabble  in  the 

spray ; 
You  shouted  to  the  distant  crew,  or  launched  your 

mimic  bark, 
You  met  the  morning  freshness  there,  and  lingered 

till  the  dark  ; 

And  still  your  soul  is  as  it  was,  and  as  it  e'er  will  be, 
Loving   and  wild   as   what   it  loves,   the    curbless, 

mighty  sea ! 

ELIZA  COOK. 


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29.  la  Love's  most  holy  hour, 
When  silence  sits  o'er  earth  and  sky, 

And  moonlight  flings  on  turf  and  tower 

A  spell  of  deeper  witchery. 
And  in  the  stillness,  and  the  shade, 
All  things  and  colors  seem  to  fade, 
And  the  garden-queen,  the  blushing  rose 
Has  bowed  its  head  in  soft  repose, 
And  weary  zephyr  has  gone  to  rest, 
In  the  flowery  grave  he  loves  the  best. 

PRAED. 

30.  To  muse  along  the  water's  side, 

Where  buoyant  vessels  go, 
Like  living  things  adown  the  tide, 
And  skiffs  dart  to  and  fro. 

MRS.  LEWIS— Records  of  the  Heart. 

31 .  Face  to  face  with  the  true  mountains, 

Standing  silently  and  still, 
Drawing  strength  for  fancy's  dauntings 

From  the  air  about  the  hill, 

And  from  Nature's  open  mercies,  and  most  debonaire 
good  will. 

0       E.  B.  BARRETT. 

32.  To  rove 
Beneath  the  precipice,  o'erhung  with  pine, 
And  see,  on  high,  amid  the  encircling  grove, 
From  cliff  to  cliff  the  foaming  torrent  shine ; 


20* 


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While  waters,  woods,  and  winds,  in  concert  join,     I 
And  echo  swells  the  chorus  to  the  skies. 

BE  ATTI  E — Minstrel. 

33.  In  a  bright  and  cheerful  afternoon, 
Towards  the  end  of  a  sunny  month  of  June, 
When  the  north-wind  congregates  in  crowds 
The  floating  mountains  of  the  silver  clouds 
From  the  horizon — and  the  stainless  sky 

Opens  beyond  them  like  eternity. 

SHELLEY. 

34.  To  wander  down  the  wooded  dells 
That  slope  into  the  sea,  and  sit  thee  down 
On  piles  of  rocks,  in  a  most  private  place, 
Not  without  melody  of  ancient  stream  • 
Down-dropping  from  steep  sides  of  brightest  moss, 
And  tumbling  onwards,  through  the  dark  ravine, 
While  the  lithe  branches  of  the  wizzard  elm 
Dangle  athwart  the  deep  blue  crystalline. 

H.  ALFORD. 

35.  When  the  moon,  lifting  her  silver  rim 
Above  a  cloud,  and  with  a  gradual  swim, 
Comes  into  the  Jplue  heavens  with  all  her  light. 

KEATS. 

36.  Where  the  silver  noon,  into  a  winding  dell, 
With  slanting  gleam  athwart  the  forest  top, 
Tempered  like  golden  evening,  feebly  falls 


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With  green  and  glowing  light,  like  that  which  drops 
From  folded  lilies  in  which  glow-worms  dwell. 

SHELLEY. 

37.  Through  the  streets 
Of  a  huge,  buzzing,  dense  metropolis, 
Slowly,  in  teeming  thoroughfares,  to  walk 
One  of  the  people,  hearing  with  their  ears, 
Beholding  with  their  eyes,  and  in  their  thought 

Divining. 

MACKAY — Voices  from  the  Mountains. 

38.  When 
The  rawish  dank  of  clumsy  winter  ramps 
The  fluent  Summer's  vein ;  and  drizzling  sleet 
Chilleth  the  wan  bleak  cheek  of  the  numb'd  earth ; 
While  snarling  gusts  nibble  the  juiceless  leaves 
From  the  nak'd  shuddering  branch,  and  peels  the  skin 
From  oft  the  soft  and  delicate  aspects. 

0,  now  rnethinks  this  sullen,  tragic  scene 
Would  suit  the  time  with  pleasing  congruence  ! 
JOHN  MARSTON — Antonio's  Revenge. 

39.  When  twilight  hours,  like  birds,  glide  by 

As  lightly  and  as  free ; 
Ten  thousand  stars  are  in  the  sky, 

Ten  thousand  on  the  sea ; 
For  every  wave  with  dimpled  face 

That  leaps  upon  the  air, 
Has  caught  a  star  in  its  embrace 

And  held  it  trembling  there. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

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40.  By  the  old  ruin 

Where  the  owl  hoots  by  day,  and  the  toad  is  sun 
proof  ; 

Where  no  singing-birds  build,  and  the  trees  gaunt  and 
gray 

As  in  stormy  sea-coasts,  appear  blasted  one  way. 
E.  B.  BARRETT— T/k  Lay  of  the  Brown  Rosary. 

41.  In  Winter,  mid  the  glittering  banks 
Heaped  of  unspotted  snow 

Charmed  by  the  neat  severity  of  frost. 

W.  E.  CHANNING — Edward  and  Margaret. 

42.  Through  weeds,  and  thorns,  and  matted  underwood 
To  force  your  way ;  now  climb,  and  now  descend 
O'er  rocks  or  bare  or  mossy ;  with  wild  foot 
Crushing  the  purple  whorts,  while  oft,  unseen, 
Hurrying  along  the  drifted  forest  leaves, 

The  scared  snake  rustles.     Onward  still  to  toil 
And  know  not,  ask  not  whither.     A  new  joy 
Lovely  as  light,  sudden  as  Summer  gust, 
And  gladsome  as  the  first-born  of  the  Spring 
Beckons  you  on. 

COLERIDGE. 

43.  Where  the  moon,  o'er  some  dark  hill  ascendant, 
Grows  from  a  little  edge  of  light 

To  a  full  orb. 

WORDSWORTH. 

44.  On  a  noble  morn, 

When  dews  hang  thick  on  the  fringed  thorn, 


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And  the  frost  shrinks  back  like  a  beaten  hound, 
Under  the  steaming,  steaming  ground. 
When  the  billowy  clouds  flow  sweeping  by, 
And  leave  you  alone  in  the  clear  gray  sky. 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

45.  Where  soft 

Dance  the  breeze-ridden  ripples  to  the  shore, 
Tipped  with  the  silver  sparkles  of  the  moon. 
Where  breaking  waves  play  low  upon  the  beach 
Their  constant  music,  while  the  air  beside 
Is  still  as  starlight. 

N.  P.  WILLIS. 

46.  When  here  and  there  a  solitary  star 
Flushes  the  darkening  firmament  of  June. 

CAMPBELL—  Gertrude  of  Wyoming. 

47.  A  walk  beside  the  sea, 
After  a  day  which  perished  silently 
Of  its  own  glory  : 

Nor  moon  nor  stars  are  out, 
They  do  not  dare  to  tread  so  soon  about, 
Though  trembling,  in  the  footsteps  of  the  sun. 
The  light  is  neither  night's  nor  day's,  but  one 
Which,  life-like,  hath  a  beauty  in  its  doubt ; 
And  silence's  impassioned  breathings  round 
Seem  wandering  into  sound. 

E.  B.  BARRETT — Seaside  walk. 

48.  Down  the  smooth  stream  to  stray,  and  see  it  tinged 
Upon  each  brink,  with  all  the  gorgeous  hues, 

The  yellow,  red,  or  purple  of  the  trees, 


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That  singly,  or  in  tufts,  or  forests  thick, 

Adorn  the  shores. 

CARLOS  WILCOX. 

49.  When  placid  evening  steals, 
After  the  lurid  storm,  like  a  sweet  form 
Of  fairie,  following  a  perturbed  shape 

Of  giant  terror,  that  in  darkness  strode. 

Slow  sinks  the  lord  of  day  ;  the  clustering  clouds 

More  ardent  burn,  confusion  of  rich  hues, 

Crimson,  and  gold,  and  purple,  bright  inlay 

Their  varied  edges,  till  before  the  eye, 

As  their  last  lustre  fades,  small  silver  stars 

Succeed,  and  twinkling,  each  in  its  own  sphere, 

Thick  as  the  frosts,  unnumbered  spangles  strew 

The  slowly  paling  heavens. 

W.  L.  BOWLES — The  Spirit  of  Discovery. 

50.  By  the  cliff-bounded  sea  ! 
When  it  is  Summer  noon, 
And  all  the  land  is  still, 
But  on  the  water's  face 
The  merry  breeze  is  playing, 
Whitening  a  chance  wave  here  and  there : 
And  the  dipping  sea-birds 

Sport,  and  scream  around ; 
And  numberless  white  sails 
Spot  the  pleasant  water — 
It  is  a  sight  of  joy 

That  makes  the  bosom  full ! 

H.  ALFORD. 


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51.  When  twilight  lets  her  dewy  mantle  fall, 
Thou  goest  forth,  in  hallowed  time  of  even, 
While  in  the  glowing  west,  all  dark  and  still, 
The  trees  stand  motionless ;  and  on  the  wall 
Of  the  blue  east,  the  moon  climbs  up  the  hill 
And  all  is  hushed,  save  haply  the  sweet  call 
Of  some  chance  nestling  bird,  or  falling  rill, 

With  mountains  listening  near,  majestic,  dark  and 
still. 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS — The  Baptistery. 

52.  In  a  great  city,  when  the  silent  stars 

Steal  out  so  gladsome,  through  the  dark  blue  heavens, 
All  undisturbed  by  any  restless  noise 
Sent  from  the  domes  and  spires,  that  lie  beneath 
Hushed  as  the  clouds  of  night. 

JOHN  WILSON — City  of  the  Plague. 

53.  By  paved  fountain,  or  by  rushy  brook, 
Or  on  the  beached  margent  of  the  sea. 

Midsummer  Night's  Dream. 

54.  When  the  dapple  gray  coursers  of  the  morn, 
Beat  up  the  light  with  their  bright  silver  hoofs 
And  chase  it  through  the  sky. 

JOHN  MARSTON — Antonio's  Revenge. 

55.  When  the  moon  hath  comforted  the  night, 
And  set  the  world  in  silver  of  her  light, 

The  planets,  asterisms,  and  whole  state  of  Heaven 
In  beams  of  gold  descending. 

GEORGE  CHAPMAN — Byron's  Conspiracy. 


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56.  The  very  inmost  heart 

Of  an  old  wood  where  the  green  shadows  close 
Into  a  rich,  clear,  summer  darkness  round, 
A  luxury  of  gloom  !  Scarce  doth  one  ray, 
Even  when  a  soft  wind  parts  the  foliage,  steal 
O'er  the  bronzed  pillars  of  the  deep  arcade  ; 
Or  if  it  doth  'tis  with  a  mellowed  hue 
Of  glow-worm  colored  light. 

HEMANS—  Scenes  and  Hymns  of  Life. 

57.  Where  a  crowd  of  glancing  vessels  shine 
Filled  with  the  young  and  gay,  and  pennants  wave, 
And  sails,  at  distance,  beautifully  swell 

To  the  light  breeze,  or  pass  like  'butterflies 
Amid  the  smoking  steamers. 

W.  L.  BOWLES—  ItanweZ/  Hill. 


58.  Where  the  gazer  sees 
Towers,  and  white  steeples  o'er  the  trees, 
Mansions  that  peep  from  leafy  bowers, 
And  villas  gay  with  shrubs  and  flowers  ; 
The  gentle  objects  near  at  hand, 

The  distant-flowing,  bold,  and  grand. 

HILLHOUSE  —  Sachem's  Wood. 

59.  When  the  Sun, 
Eternal  Painter,  now  begins  to  rise, 
And  limn  the  heavens  in  vermillion  dye  ; 
And  having  dipt  his  pencil,  aptly  framed 
Already  in  the  color  of  the  morn, 


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With  various  temper  he  doth  mix  in  one 
Darkness  with  light ;  and  drawing  curiously 
Straight  golden  lines  quite  through  the  dusky  sky, 
A  rough  draught  of  the  day  he  seems  to  yield, 
With  red  and  tawny  on  an  azure  field. 

A  uthor  Unknown — Pastoral. 

60.  Early  in  Autumn,  at  first  winter- warning, 

When  the  stag   has  to  break  with  his  foot,  of  a 

morning, 

A  drinking-hole,  out  of  the  fresh  tender  ice, 
That  covers  the  pond,  till  the  sun  in  a  trice 
Loosening  it,  lets  out  a  ripple  of  gold, 
And  another,  and  another,  and  faster  and  faster, 
Till  dimpling  to  blindness  the  wide  water  rolls. 

BROWNING — Duchess. 

61.  You'll  seek  the  swarded  circle,  into  which  the  lime- 

walk  brings  you, 

Whence  the  beeches,  rounding  greenly,  stand  away 
in  reverent  fear, 

Where  you  let  no  music  enter,  saving  what  the  foun 
tain  sings  you, 

Which   the  lilies  round  the   basin  may  seem  pure 
enough  to  hear. 

E.  B.  BARRETT— Lady  Geraldine's  Courtship. 

62.  By  the  rushy  fringed  bank 
Where  grows  the  willow. 

MILTON — Comus. 


WHAT  DO  YOU  LIKE  OR  DESIRE  ? 


Some  glory  in  their  birth,  some  in  their  skill, 
Some  in  their  wealth,  some  in  their  body's  force, 
Some  in  their  garments,  though  new-fangled  ill, 
Some  in  their  hawks  and  hounds,  some  in  their  horse. 
SHAKSPEARE — Sonnets. 


WHAT  DO  YOU  LIKE  OR  DESIRE  ? 


0  walk  together  to  the  Kirk, 

And  all  together  pray, 
While   each  to  his   Great   Father 

bends, 
Old  men,  and   babes,  and   loving 

friends, 
And  youths  and  maidens  gay. 

COLERIDGE — Ancient  Mariner. 

2.  To  nourish  special  locks  of  vowed  care. 

SIR  PHILIP  SIDNEY. 

3.  Bracelets  of  hair,  rings,  gauds,  conceits, 
Knacks,  trifles,  nosegays,  sweethearts. 

Midsummer  Nig/it's  Dream. 

4.  A  cucumber,  while  costly  yet  and  scarce. 

COWPER —  Task, 

5.  It  is  a  worthy  edifying  sight, 

And  gives  to  human  kind  peculiar  grace, 
To  see  kind  hands  attending  day  and  night, 
With  tender  ministry  from  place  to  place. 
Some  prop  the  head,  some  from  the  pallid  face 


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Wipe  off  the  faint  cold  dews,  weak  nature  sheds  ; 
Some  reach  the  healing  draught ;  the  whilst  to  chase 
The  fear  supreme,  around  their  softened  beds, 
Some  holy  men  by  prayer  all  opening  Heaven  dispreds. 
THOMSON — Castle  of  Indolence. 

6.  The  tender  fawn's 

Long  delicate  limbs,  light  tread,  and  arching  neck. 

MRS.  GILMAN —  The  Young  Heroine  of  Stono. 

7.  Leaves 

And  delicate  blossoms,  and  the  painted  flowers, 
Everything  that  bendeth  to  the  dew, 
And  stirreth  to  the  daylight. 

WILLIS. 

8.  Some  pigeons  Davy  ;  a  couple  of  short-legged  hens ; 

a  joint  of  mutton  ;  and  any  pretty  little  tiny  kick 
shaws,  tell  the  cook. 

Henry  Fourth. 

9.  To  you  a  cross  all  rudely  made 
Beneath  the  giant  pine-tree's  shade, 

Most  solemn  words  can  say. 

LORD  JOHN  MANNERS. 

10.  The  good  old  rule — the  simple  plan — 
That  he  should  take  who  has  the  power, 
And  he  should  keep — who  can. 

WORDSWORTH. 


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11.  Oh,  it  were  sweet  for  our  country  to  die!    How 

softly  reposes 
Warrior  youth  on  his  bier,  wet  by  the  tear  of  his 

love; 
Wet  by  a  mother's  warm  tear ;  they  crown  him  with 

garlands  of  roses, 
Weep,  and  then  joyously  turn  bright  where  he 

triumphs  above. 

PERCIVAL. 

!  12,  At  eve  to  sail 

On  the  broad  river  with  a  favoring  gale. 

CRABBE. 

13.  The  placid  look 
Of  one  who  leans  upon  a  closed  book. 

KEATS. 

14.  In  sweet  silence  to  retrace 

A  pleasant  day,  upon  a  couch  of  ease. 

KEATS. 

15.  You  love  the  frowning  thunder-cloud, 
Clothing  the  skies  in  mourning. 

MRS.  DANA. 

16.  A  butterfly,  with  golden  wings  broad-parted 
Nestling  a  rose. 


KEATS. 


17.  Oh,  yes,  you  love  the  sunshine! 
Like  kindness  or  like  mirth 


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Upon  a  human  countenance, 

Is  sunshine  on  the  earth. 

HOWITT. 

18.  MAN.     When  the  pale  moonbeam, 

On  tower  and  stream, 
Sheds  a  flood  of  silver  sheen  ; 
How  you  love  to  gaze, 
As  the  cold  ray  strays 
O'er  the  face  of  your  heart's  throned  queen. 

SHELLEY. 

18.  LADY.     You  ask  no  boon  more  kind 

Than  power  another's  woe  to  mitigate. 

MRS.  TIGHE — Psyche. 

19.  Rabbits  ivhite, 
With  eyes  of  ruby. 

MRS.  GILMAN — The  Young  Heroine  of  Stouo. 

20.  You  delight  in  masques  and  revels. 

Twelfth  Night. 

21.  You  love  Churches  mounting  to  the  skies, 
For  your  devotion  rises  with  their  roof — 

Therein  your  soul  doth  heaven  anticipate. 

PHILONAX  LOVEKIN — Androniciis. 

22.  MAN.  With  rod  in  hand  to  go 

To  streams  that  leap — too  frolicsome  to  flow — 
Angling  for  trout,  and  catch  them  by  themselves, 
In  fancied  citadel,  beneath  the  shelves 
Of  slippery  stone,  o'er  which  the  waters  rush. 

MACKAY — Voices  from  the  Mountain. 


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22.  LADY.     Some  cloud-palace,  which  the  strong  winds 

build, 

And   straight   unbuild   again   upon   heaven's   azure 
field. 

TRENCH — Gertrude  of  Saxony, 

23.  A  lake  and  &  fairy  boat, 

To  sail  in  the  moonlight  clear, 
Where  merrily  you  might  float 

From  the  dragons  that  watch  you  here ! 

HOOD. 

24.  To  lay  your  painful  head 

And  aching  heart  beneath  the  soil, 
To  slumber  in  that  dreamless  bed 

From  all  your  toil. 

MONTGOMERY. 

25.  The  tall  and  elegant  stay, 

Who  paints  a  dancing  shadow  of  his  horns 
In  the  water  where  he  drinks. 

LAMB. 

26.  Even  sorrow,  for  it  breaks 

The  heart,  that  love  divine  may  enter  in. 

MRS.  DANA. 

27.  You  had  rather  have  a  fool  to  make  you  merry,  than 

experience  to  make  you  sad. 

As  You  Like  It. 

28.  Fore-thoughted  chess. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 


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29.  Sleep,  it  is  a  gentle  thing, 

Beloved  from  pole  to  pole. 

COLERIDGE. 

30.  A  cane 

Of  curious  workmanship  and  marvellous  twist. 

POLL  OK — Course  of  Time. 

31.  Quaint  tablets  ranged  some  antique  hearth  around, 
Blue  Holland  porcelain,  all  rudely  wrought, 

Yet  fair  in  childhood's  eyes,  and  richly  fraught 
With  character  and  scene  of  sacred  lore. 

WILLIAMS—  The  Baptistery. 

32.  The  dance,  it  does  the  spirits  good  ; — 
Behold  each  leaf  within  the  shady  grove 
Is  dancing  now  to  music  of  the  breeze, 
Whilst  gracefully  the  elder  branches  wave 

In  unison  with  their  young  offspring's  motion : 
It  circulates  their  sap,  and  is  most  healthful 
To  them  and  me.     Why  not  to  thee  ? 

MRS.  DOWNING — Satan  in  Love. 

33.  CLOWN.     You  love  a  ballad  but  too  well,  if  it  be 

doleful  matter  merrily  set  down,  or  a  very  pleas 
ing  thing  indeed  and  sung  lamentably. 

Winter's  Tak. 

34.  A  morning  ride,  a  novel,  or  the  news, 

Or,  seeking  nought,  to  glide  about  the  street, 
And  so  engaged  with  various  parties  meet. 

CRABBE—  The  Borough. 


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35.  Homeward  returning,  to  behold  the  blaze 
From  cottage  windows?  rendering  visible 
The  cheerful  scene  within. 

MRS.  BARBAULD. 

36.  QUEEN.     What  sport  shall  we  devise  here  in  this 

garden  ? 
LADY.     Madam,  we'll  play  at  loivls. 

Richard  Second. 

37.  To  see 

A  curious  child,  applying  to  his  ear 
The  convolutions  of  a  smooth-lipped  shell, 
To  which,  in  silence  hushed,  his  very  soul 
Listens  intently,  and  his  countenance  soon 
Brightens  with  joy,  for  murmuring  within 
Is  heard  sonorous  cadences,  whereby 
To  his  belief,  the  monitor  declares    • 
Mysterious  union  with  its  native  sea. 

WORDSWORTH — TJie  Excursion. 

38.  A  Ballad  in  print. 

Winter's  Tale. 

39.  The  tall  ship, 

That  like  a  stately  swan,  in  conscious  pride 
Breasts  beautiful  the  rising  surge,  and  throws 
The  gathered  waters  back,  and  seems  to  move 
A  living  thing  along  her  lucid  way, 
Streaming  in  silent  glory  to  the  sun. 

BOWLES — Spirit  of  Discovery  at  Sea. 


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40.  The  lone  walk  with  one  whom  love  has  knit 


Into  your  very  soul. 


ALFORD — School  of  the  Heart. 


41.  To  you  the  Book  Club  has  peculiar  charms, 
Composed  of  men  who  read,  reflect,  and  write. 

CRABBE — The  Borough. 

42.  To  gaze  on  woman's  beauty  as  a  star 
Whose  purity  and  distance  make  it  fair. 

N.  P.  WILLIS. 

43.  To  list  the  Poet  read  his  rhyme, 

Low  as  a  brook  in  the  Summer  air, — 
Save  when  he  droppeth  his  voice  adown, 
To  dream  of  the  amaranthine  crown 

His  mortal  brows  shall  wear. 

Miss  BARRETT — Smmds. 

44.  .  To  see 

A  damsel  following  with  light  airy  step 
The  wave  as  it  retreateth,  and  again 
Tripping  before  it,  till  it  touch  her  foot 
As  if  in  play. 


BOWLES—  lianwett  Hill. 


45.  MAN.     You  love  the  strife 

Of  the  sailor's  life, 
And  you  love  the  dark  Uue  sea. 


BULWER. 


45.  LADY.     When  rivals  eager  for  your  hand  advance, 
And  ask  not  horrid  marriage — but  the  dance. 

BROWN — Paradise  of  Coquettes. 


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46.  Rich  cream  and  snow-white  eggs  fresh  from  the  nest, 
With  amber  honey  from  the  mountain's  breast, 
Strawberries  from  lake  or  woodland,  offering  wild 
Of  children's  industry,  in  hillocks  piled  ; 

Cakes  for  the  nonce  and  butter  fit-  to  lie 

Upon  a  lordly  dish. 

WORDSWORTH. 

47.  MAN.     Discoursing  as  you  walk  of  mica  schist, 
The  old  red  sandstone,  and  the  great  Fire-mist 
Of  nebulas — exploded  ;  and  the  birth, 
Myriads  of  ages  past  of  a  young  earth  ; — 
Still  young  and  fresh,  though  venerably  old. 

MACK  AY — Voices  from  the  Mountains. 

47.  LADY.     'Tis  beautiful  to  stand  and  watch 

A  fountain's  crystal  turn  to  gems, 
And  from  the  sky  such  colors  sketch 
As  if  'twere  raining  diadems. 

MONTGOMERY. 

48.  MAN.  With  gun  to  slay 

The  grouse  in  corries,  where  it  loves  to  dwell. 

MACK  AY — Voices  from  the  Mountains. 

48.  LADY.  To  cull  with  rosy  fingers 

The  flowers,  on  which  the  morning's  moisture  lingers. 

LAMARTINE. 

49.  MAN.     Just  in  the  dubious  point,  where  with  the  pool 
Is  mixed  the  trembling  stream,  or  where  it  boils 
Around  the  stone,  or  from  the  hollow  bank 
Reverted  plays  in  undulating  flow, 


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To  throw,  nice-judging,  the  delusive  fly; 
And  as  you  lead  it  round  in  artful  curve, 
With  eye  attentive  mark  the  springing  game. 

THOMSON — Spring. 

49.  LADY.     A  lovely  image  in  the  glass  appears, 
To  that  she  bends,  to  that  her  eyes  she  rears. 

POPE — Rape  of  the  Lock. 

50.  It  is  a  blessed  thing 

To  heed  the  Sabbath's  chime, 
And  on  'neath  Ssummer  foliage  walk 
To  keep  the  holy  time. 

MRS.  SlGOURNET. 

51.  None  more  admires  the  Painter's  magic  skill, 

COWPER. 

52.  MAN.     You  prefer  in  your  heart  the  least  ringlet  that 

curls 
Down  one  exquisite  neck,  to  the  throne  of  the  world. 

MOORE. 

52.  LADY.     Lo  your  first  thought,  first  duty,  the  soft  reign 
Of  woman — patience  by  the  couch  of  pain. 

The  New  Timon. 

53.  The  drum 

And  the  vile  squeaking  of  the  wry-necked  fife. 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

54.  With  an  idler's  careless  look 
Turning  some  moth-pierced  book. 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 


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55.  A  lock  of  sunny  hair 

That  lay  upon  a  snowy  brow. 

Miss  GOULD. 

50.  You  love,  you  love  to  see 

Bright  steel  gleam  through  the  land, 
'Tis  a  goodly  sight,  but  it  must  be 
In  the  reaper's  tawny  hand. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

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57.  When  Winter  comes 

To  burn  old  wood,  and  read  old  books  that  wall 
Your  biggest  room,  and  take  your  heartiest  walk 
On  the  good,  hard,  glad  ground. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

58.  It  makes  you  merriest  to  see  a  boy 
That  wants  to  be  a  man. 

TAYLOR — Philip  Van  Artevelde. 

59.  There  seems  a  love  in  hair  though  from  the  dead, 
It  is  the  gentlest  yet  the  strongest  thread 

Of  our  frail  plant, — a  blossom  from  the  tree 
Surviving  the  proud  trunk ; — as  though  it  said, 
Patience  and  Gentleness  is  Power ;  in  me 
Behold  affectionate  eternity. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

60.  Sweet  it  is 

To  sit,  and  even  unto  tears  to  gaze 
On  flowers,  which  love  has  given  to  bloom  beside  our  way. 

ALFORD — Abbot  of  Muchelnaye. 


WHAT  PAINS  OR  DISPLEASES  YOU? 


Cease,  fond  caviller  at  wisdom,  to  be  satisfied  that  every  thing  is 
wrong : 

Be  sure  there  is  good  necessity,  even  for  the  flourishing  of  evil. 

Would  the  eye  delight  in  perpetual  noon  ?    or  the  ear  in  unquali 
fied  harmonies  1 

Hath  winter's  frost  no  welcome,  contrasting  sturdily  with  sum 
mer  1 

TUPPER— Proverbial  Philosophy. 


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IS   sweet   to    hear   the   watch- dog's 

honest  bark, 
But  not  so  pleasant,  when  you're 

worn  with  labor, 
To  hear  a  bull-dog  howling  in  the 

dark, 

Chained  to  the  gate-post  of  your  honest  neighbor, 
With  forty  friendly  curs  that  follow  up  his 
Notes,  in  a  panharmonicon  of  puppies. 

RUFUS  DAWES — Geraldine. 

2.  You  love  not  such  triumphant  Churches, 
They  scatter  your  devotion ;  whilst  your  sight 
Is  courted  to  observe  their  sumptuous  cost, 
You  find  your  heart  lost  in  your  eyes. 

PHILONAX  LOVEKIN — Andronicus.  (1661.) 

3.  I  hate  small  gifts — a  man  that's  poor  and  proud, 
The  young  who  talk  incessantly  and  loud : 

I  hate  in  low-bred  company  to  be, 
I  hate  a  knight  who  has  no  courtesy. 
I  hate  much  water  and  too  little  wine, 
A  prosperous  villain,  and  a  false  divine, 


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A  flirting  girl,  all  frippery  and  pride, 

A  cloth  too  narrow,  and  a  board  too  wide. 

The  Monk  of  Montaudon. 

4.  Avarice,  ambition  and  deceit : 
The  worst  of  all,  Ambition.     This  is  life 
Spent  in  a  feverish  chase  for  selfish  ends, 
Which  has  no  virtue  to  redeem  its  toil, 

But  one  long,  stagnant  hope  to  raise  the  self! 

ELLERY  CIIANNING. 

5.  Men  loathing  from  their  souls 
To  company  with  women! 

TAYLOR— Edwin  the  Fair. 

6.  But  marriage  is  an  awfu'  thing, 

It's  nae  fun,  that  ! 

ROBERT  NICOLL. 

1  Streets 

Where  draymen  bawl,  while  rogues  kick  up  a  row, 
And  fishwives  grin,  while  fopling  fopling  meets, 
And  milklad  his  rebellious  donkey  beats : 
While  dwarfish  cripple  shuffles  to  the  wall. 

ELLIOTT. 

8.  The  roar  of  battle,  and  its  sanguine  joys 

Its  devastations,  glories,  and  vain  graves. 

HORNE — Orion. 

9.  The  close  experience 

Of  false  mankind,  with  whispers  cold  and  drv. 

HORNE — Orion. 


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10.  The  silver  gnats  that  harp  on  glassy  strings. 

HORNE — Orion. 

11.  Of  slaughtered  Tcine  the  flesh. 

HORNE—  Orion. 

12.  'Tis  hardly  in  a  body's  power, 
To  keep  at  times  frae  being  sour, 

To  see  how  things  are  shared ; 
How  best  o'  chiels  are  whiles  in  want, 
Whiles  coofs  on  countless  thousands  rant, 

And  ken  na  how  to  wear't. 

BURNS. 

13.  How  miserable  a  thing  is  a  great  man! 

Take  noisy,  vexing  greatness,  they  that  please. 

PHILONAX  LOVEKIN — Andronicus. 

14.  You  like  it  not,  the  noisy  street 
You  never  liked,  nor  ever  can ! 

HOWITT. 

15.  I  pray  thee  call  not  this  society ; 

Thou  find'st  not  here  what  thou  went'st  out  to  see, 
Souls  that  can  find  with  thine  communion. 

LOWELL. 

16.  Who  dare  think  one  thing  and  another  tell, 
Thy  heart  detests  him  as  the  gates  of  hell. 

Pope's  Homer. 

1 7.  Oh  but  you  hate  the  smirking  of  a  lie, 
More  than  a  lie  in  words ! 

Saul,  a  Mystery. 


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18.  You  could  expire 

To  hear  a  man,  with  bristles  on  his  chin, 

Sing  soft  with  upturned  eyes,  and  arched  brows. 

KNOWLES—  William  Tell. 

19.  It  is  not  pleasant,  lying  on  your  bed, 
To  hear  a  duett  from  a  brace  of  cats. 

DA  WES —  Geraldine. 

20.  Most  you  hate  a  half-way  honesty, 
Your-  friend  with  reservation  ;  or  in  sooth, 
Your  just  spoiled  angel,  but  unmoulded  devil, 
Who  loathes  the  skies,  yet  dares  not  league  with 

hell, 
And  hangs  one-handed  on  the  outside  wall 

Of  uncongenial  heaven. 

Saul,  a  Mystery. 

21.  Trumpet  solos  round  your  drowsy  bed 

From  lean  mosquitos  with  their  sharps  and  flats. 

22.  Fraud  and  hatred  shouting 
Gospel !  Gospel ! 

STERLING — Str  afford. 

23.  Better  to  be  eaten  with  rust,  than  scoured  to  nothing 

with  perpetual  motion. 

Henry  Fourth. 

24.  Oh  laugh  or  mourn  with  me  the  rueful  jest, 
A  cassocked  huntsman,  and  a  fiddling  priest ! 
He  from  Italian  songsters  takes  his  cue : 

Set  Paul  to  music,  he  shall  quote  him  too. 


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He  takes  the  field  ;  the  master  of  the  pack 
Cries,  "Well  done,  saint,"  and   claps  him  on  the 
back. 

COWPER— Progress  of  Error. 

25.  You  had  rather  be  a  kitten  and  cry  mew, 
Than  one  of  these  same  ballad-mongers  ! 

Henry  Fourth. 

26.  Books  !  'tis  a  dull  and  endless  strife  ; 

Come,  hear  the  woodland  linnet ; 
How  sweet  his  music  !  on  my  life 
There's  more  of  wisdom  in  it. 

WORDSWORTH. 

27.  Those  who  employ  their  health,  an  ugly  trick, 
In  making  known  how  oft  they  have  been  sick, 
And  give  us,  in  recitals  of  disease, 

A  doctor's  trouble,  but  without  the  fees. 

Now  the  distemper,  spite  of  draught  or  pill 

Victorious  seemed,  and  now  the  doctor's  skill ; 

And  now,  alas,  for  unforeseen  mishaps  ! 

They  put  on  a  damp  night-cap  and  relapse  ; 

They  thought  they  must  have  died,  they  were  so 

bad— 
Their  peevish  hearers  almost  wish  they  had. 

COWPER —  Conversation. 


28.  Low  crooked  curt'sies,  and  base  spaniel  fawning. 

Julius  C(Bsar. 


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29.  MAN.  You  love  the  people, 

But  do  not  like  to  stage  you  to  their  eyes  : 
Though  it  do  well,  you  do  not  relish  well 
Their  loud  applause,  and  aves  vehement, 
Nor  do  you  think  the  man  of  safe  discretion 
That  does  affect  it. 

Measure  for  Measure. 

29.  LADY.  You  would  not 
Endure  again  the  country  conversation 
To  be  the  lady  of  six  shires.     The  men 
So  near  the  primitive  making,  they  retain 

A  sense  of  nothing  but  the  earth  ;  their  brains 
And  barren  heads  standing  as  much  in  want 
Of  ploughing  as  their  ground. 

SHIRLEY —  The  Lady  of  Pleasure. 

30.  How  sour  sweet  music  is, 

When  time  is  broke,  and  no  proportion  kept ! 

Richard  Second. 

31.  Oh,  the  unspeakable  misery  of  solitude! 

SOUTHEY. 

32.  You  disapprove  alike 

The  host  whose  assiduity  extreme  distresses 
And  whose  negligence  offends. 

Cowper's  Odyssey — Homer. 

33.  Wishing,  the  constant  hectic  of  a  fool. 

YOUNG. 


34.  You  love  not  high  estate 
Where  comfort  dies  in  vastness. 

Miss  MITFORD. 

35.  Oh,  to  be  wroth  with  one  we  love, 
Doth  work  like  madness  on  the  brain. 

COLERIDGE. 

36. '  To  be  with  those, 

Whose  joys  are  joys  of  sight,  and  smell,  and  taste. 

YOUNG. 

37.  Custom,  that  tyrantess  of  fools. 

WATTS. 

38.  Gaudy  gold, 
Hard  food  for  Midas,  thou  wilt  none  of  it ! 

Merchant  of  Venice. 

39.  Silence  is  only  commendable 
In  a  neat's  tongue  dried. 

BYRON —  Sardanapalus. 

40.  The  deafening  noise 
Of  cities,  and  the  joys 

Of  fashions  sickly  birth. 

MOTHERWELL, 

41.  Spiders  that  suck  up  venom, 
And  heavy-gaited  toads. 

Richard  Second. 

42.  Smart  metallic  pens 
Have  undertook  to  speculate  at  large, 


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But  you  eschew  them  all,  and  prophesy 
Goose-quills  will  be  immortal  as 
The  art  to  which  they  minister. 


MRS.  SlGOURNEY. 

43.  I  tell  you  what !  'twixt  frien'  an  frien', 
Ye  dinna  like  a  siller  pen, 

And  sin'  the  reason  ye  wad  ken, 

Tho'  odd  enough,  I'll  gie  it. 
It  is  too  perfect, — ilka  part 
It  does,  is  wi'  sic  care  and  art, 
There's  nae  a  particle  o'  heart 

Or  feelin'  gangin  wi'  it. 

Mrss  GOULD. 

44.  The  weather,  oh  the  weather, 

When  'tis  so  confounded  hot, 
That  you  would  almost  wish  yourself 

A  real  Hottentot. 

WILLIS — Earlier  Poems. 

45.  The  many  cares  that  trouble  life, 
The  evil  that  requiteth  good, 

The  benefit  not  understood, 
Unfilial,  unpaternal  strife, 
The  hate,  the  lie,  the  bitter  jest. 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

46.  Let  me  not  live,  quoth  he, 
After  my  flame  lacks  oil,  to  be  the  snuff 

Of  younger  spirits,  whose  apprehensive  senses 


All  but  new  things  disdain. 


All's  Well  that  ends  Well. 


TREES  AND  BLQSSOMS. 


"  And  he  spake  of  Trees,  from  the  Cedar-tree  that  is  in  Lebanon, 
even  unto  the  hyssop  that  springeth  out  of  the  wall." 

Chide  me  not,  laborious  band, 

For  the  idle  flowers  I  brought ; 
Every  aster  in  my  hand 

Goes  home  loaded  with  a  thought. 

R.  W.  EMERSON. 

Your  voiceless  lips,  oh  flowers,  are  living  preachers, 

Each  cup  a  pulpit,  and  each  leaf  a  book, 
Supplying  to  my  fancy  numerous  teachers 
From  loneliest  nook. 

HORACE  SMITH. 

Who  shall  say  that  flowers 

Dress  not  Heaven's  own  bowers  1 
Who  its  love  without  them  can  fancy,— or  sweet  floor  1 

Who  shall  ever  dare 

To  say  they  sprang  not  there, 
And  came  not  down  that  Love  might  bring 

One  piece  of  Heaven  the  more  1 

Oh  pray  believe  that  angels 

From  their  blue  dominions, 

Brought  them  in  their  white  laps  down,  'twixt  their  golden 
pinions. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 


WHAT  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE  TREE  OR 
BLOSSOM? 


IS"  aged  Cypress, 

Leaning  as  listening  to  the  streamlet's 

sound, 

That  gushes  from  the  adverse  bank. 
W.  L.  BOWLES— Discovery  at  Sea.. 


Blushing  Roses, 
Bending  with  their  fulness 
Midst  their  close-capped  sister  buds 
Warming  the  green  coolness. 


LEIGH  HUNT. 


3.  The  Sycamore,  capricious  in  attire, 

Now  green,  now  tawny,  and  ere  Autumn  yet 
Have  changed  the  woods,  in  scarlet  honors  bright. 

COWPER — Task. 

4.  Violets  blue, 
For  their  sweetness  found 

Careless  in  the  mossy  shades, 

Looking  in  the  ground. 
Love's  dropped  eyelids  and  a  kiss — 
Such  their  breath  and  blueness  is. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 


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5.  The  Holly,  the  Holly,  oh  twine  it  with  bay, 

Come  give  the  Holly  a  song, 
For  it  helps  to  drive  stern  Winter  away 

With  his  garment  so  sombre  and  long ! 
It  peeps  through  the  trees  with  its  berries  of  red, 

And  its  leaves  of  burnished  green, 
When  the  flowers  and  fruits  have  long  been  dead, 

And  not  even  the  daisy  is  seen. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

6.  A  Sunflower,  outspread  like  a  sacrifice 
Before  its  idol. 

BROWNING— Dells  and  Pomegranates. 

7.  An  Almond  tree,  ymounted  high, 
With  blossom  brave  bedecked  daintily, 
Whose  tender  locks  do  tremble  every  one, 

At  every  little  breath  that  under  heaven  is  blown. 

SPENSER. 

8.  Lofty  Oaks, 
Broad  armed  and  beautiful,  floating  serene 

O'er  copse,  and  lawn,  and  hedge  and  snowy  dome. 

MRS.  SlGOURNEY. 

9.  The  cup  of  Water-lilies,  not  stirred 
By  passing  eddies,  but  with  countenance 
Turned  up  to  Heaven,  that  lie  and  let  the  dark 
Come  down  upon  them,  and  then  they  pass  beneath 
Into  their  watery  bed,  till  the  young  moon 

Looks  slant  upon  the  surface  of  the  stream. 

H.  ALFORD. 


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10.  The  shadowy  Pine,  its  old  romantic  limbs 
Tinged  yellow  with  the  rich  departing  light. 

COLERIDGE, 

11.  An  evening  Primrose, 
That  folds  up  and  is  afraid, 

Except  in  utter  calmness 
And  pure  peace ;  but  is  displayed 

Of  afternoons,  when  peaches 
Cool  their  angry  cheeks  in  shade. 

Miss.  BARRETT — Sir  Hubert. 

12.  A  Poplar  shook  alway, 
All  silver-green  with  gnarled  bark. 

ALFRED  TENNYSON. 

13.  The  Anemone, 
Which  cannot  ever  be  beguiled 
To  quit  the  simple,  quiet  wild 
Where  Nature  placed  her  modest  child 

To  worship  her  alone. 
It  does  not  ask  the  brow  of  toil, 
To  shed  its  costly  dew,  to  spoil 
The  bed  of  free  untortured  soil, 

Which  it  has  made  its  own. 

H.  F.  GOULD. 

14.  A  white  Pine's  slender  cone 
Tapering  above  the  hill- top. 

HOFFMAN—  Vigil  of  Faith. 


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15.  The  Woodbine,  who  her  elm  in  marriage  meets, 
And  brings  her  dowry  in  surrounding  sweets. 

CHURCHILL. 

16.  The  Maple  on  his  slope  so  cool 
Wearing  his  motley,  like  a  fool 
Prankt  out  to  lead  the  games  of  Yule. 

P.  P.  COOKE— Froissart  Ballads,  eic. 

17.  In  odorous  beds 

The  slight  Linncea  with  its  twin-born  heads ; 
We  bless  the  monument  of  the  man  of  flowers 
Which  breathes  his  sweet  fame. 

R.  W.  EMERSON — Woodnotes. 

18.  The  Ash — a  fiery  chief  is  he, 
High  in  the  highland  heraldry 

He  wears  his  proud  robes  gallantly. 

P.  P.  COOKE— Froissart  Ballads,  etc. 

19.  Evergreen  Ivy  !  though  in  Summer  hours 

It  doth  not  woo  thine  eye  with  blooming  flowers, 
In  wintry  time  its  melancholy  wreath 
Hangs  o'er  the  dark  and  silent  house  of  Death. 

T.  H.  BAYLY. 

20.  Torch-bearers  they,  the  grim  black  Pines  ! 
Their  torches  are  the  flaming  vines 
Bright  on  the  mountains'  sky-ward  lines. 

P.  P  COOKE — Froissart  Ballads,  etc. 

21.  A  pale,  starry,  dreamy-looking  flower, 
As  from  a  land  of  spirits  !  To  thine  eye 


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Those  faint  wan  petals — colorless — and  yet 
Not  white,  but  shadowy — with  the  mystic  lines 
(As  letters  of  some  wizard  language  gone) 
Into  their  vapor-like  transparence  wrought, 
Bear  something  of  a  strange  solemnity, 
Awfully  lovely  ! — and  the  Christian's  thought, 
Loves,  in  their  cloudy  pencilling,  to  find 
Dread  symbols  of  his  Lord's  last  earthly  pangs, 
Set  by  God's  hand — the  coronal  of  thorns — 
The  cross — the  wounds — with  other  meanings  deep 
That  flower,  the  chosen  for  the  martyr's  wreath, 
The  Saviour's  holy  flower. 

HEMANS — Scenes  and  Hymns  of  Life. 

22.  Willow, 

And  Poplar,  that  with  silver  lines  his  leaf. 

COWPER. 

23.  Thou  glorious  thing  ! 
That  lookest  out  the  grassy  nooks  among, 
Rose,  that  art  ever  fair  and  ever  young. 
Was  it  some  angel  on  invisible  wing, 
Hovered  around  thy  fragrant  sleep  to  fling 
His  glowing  mantle,  of  warm  sunset  hues, 
O'er  thy  unfolding  petals,  wet  with  dews, 
Such  as  the  flower-fays  to  Titania  bring  ? 

C.  P.  CRANCII. 

24.  A  Willow,  that  grows  ascaunt  the  brook, 
And  shows  its  hoar  leaves  in  the  glassy  stream. 

Hamlet. 


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25.  The  full  cerulean  Passion-flower, 
Climbing   among   the    leaves  with    mystic    symbols 

hung. 

MRS.  BROOKS — Zopkiel. 

26.  The  nodding  Beach 

That  wreathes  its  old  fantastic  roots  so  high. 

O 

GRAY — Elegy. 

27.  Lilies  fair, 

,  The  flower  of  virgin  light ; 
Nature  held  them  forth  and  said, 
"  Lo  my  thoughts  of  white  !" 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

28.  An  OaJc,  Avhose  antique  root  peeps  out 
Upon  the  brook  that  brawls  along  the  wood. 

As  You  Like  It. 

29.  The  pale  Brier-rose,  touched  so  tenderly, 
As  a  pure  ocean-shell,  with  faintest  red, 
Melting  away  to  pearliness. 

HKMANS — Hymns  of  Life. 

30.  Aspens,  with  the  silvery  leaves 
Trembling,  forever  trembling. 

HEMANS — Scenes  of  Life. 

31.  Oh,  rich  as  morn  of  many  a  hue, 

When  flushing  clouds  through  darkness  strike, 
The  Tulip's  petals  shine  in  dew, 
All  beautiful,  yet  none  alike. 

JAMES  MONTGOMERY. 


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32.  An  ancient  Oak 

On  the  verge  of  a  dim  and  solemn  wood, 
Through  sunshine  and  storm  that  oak  has  stood  ; 
Many  a  loving  and  laughing  sprite 
Tend  the  branches  by  day  and  by  night, 
And  the  leaves  of  its  age  are  fresh  and  green, 
As  the  leaves  of  its  early  youth  had  been. 

•  PRAED — Legend  of  the  Haunted  Tree. 

33.  In  Spring  when  Nature  opens  first 
Her  store  of  buds,  so  fondly  nursed, 
Green  Moss  on  sunny  banks  she  sets, 
As  cradles  for  young  Violets. 

T.  H.  BAYLY. 

34.  Beautiful  berries,  beautiful  tree, 
Hurrah  for  the  wild,  wild  Cherry  Tree  ! 

BARRY  CORNWALL. 

35.  The  gold  Cup- Sorrel  from  his  gauzy  screen 
Shining  like  fairy  crown,  enchased  and  beaded, 
Left  on  some  morn  when  light  flashed  in  their  eyes 

unheeded. 

DRAKE. 

36.  Weeping  Willows, 
Waving  dark  tresses  o'er  the  gliding  billows. 

MRS.  LEWIS — Records  of  the  Heart. 

37.  I  pluck  this  pale  and  maiden  blossom  here, 
Giving  my  verdict  on  the  White  Rose  side. 

Henry  Sixth. 


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38.  The  married  Elm,  whose  nodding  head  inclines, 
Around  whose  trunk  the  vine  her  tendril  twines. 

TASSO — Jerusalem  Delivered. 

39.  Our  sweet,  autumnal,  western-scented  wind 

Robs  of  its  odors  none  so  sweet  a  flower, 
In  all  the  blooming  waste  it  leaves  behind, 
As  the  Sweet  Brier. 

BRAINERD. 

40.  The  gloom  of  solemn  Cypress  bowers, 
Through  whose  dark  screen  no  prying  sunbeams  break. 

FANNY  KEMBLE. 

41.  The  many-headed  Poppies,  like  a  crowd 
Of  dusky  Ethiops  in  a  magic  cirque. 

HORNE — Orion. 

42.  Oaks  ;  superior  to  the  power 

Of  all  the  waning  winds  of  heaven  they  rise, 
And  from  their  stormy  promontory  tower, 
And  toss  their  giant  arms  amid  the  skies, 
While  each  assailing  blast  increase  of  strength  supplies. 

BEATTJE — Minstrel. 

43.  Moss,  warm  gleaming  with  a  sudden  mark, 
Like  growths  of  sunshine  left  upon  the  bark. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

44.  The  Laurel,  meed  of  mighty  conquerors 
And  poets  sage. 

SPENSER. 


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45.  The  Marigold,  whose  courtier's  face 
Echoes  the  sun,  and  doth  unlace 
Her  at  his  rising. 


CLEAVELAND. 


46.  The  Oak, 

Whose  leaves  a  thousand  Springs  renewed, 
Whose  stately  bulk  a  thousand  Winters  stood. 

TASSO — Jerusalem  Delivered. 

47.  Cactuses,  a  queen  might  don 
If  weary  of  her  golden  crown, 
And  still  appear  as  royal. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

48.  The  Pine  flat-topped,  and  dark,  and  tall, 
In  lordly  right  predominant  o'er  all. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

49.  The  volant  sweets  o'  the  trailing  Mignonette, 
And  odors  vague  that  haunt  the  year's  decay. 

CHARLES  TENNYSON. 

50.  The  antique,  and  well-remembered  Beach. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH. 

51.  The  Maple-tree  of  pride, 
Standing  in  mantle,  many-dyed, 
Bold  monarch  of  the  mountain  side. 

P.  P.  COOKE — Froissart  Ballads. 

52.  The  yellow  Violet's  modest  bell, 

That  peeps  from  the  last  year's  leaves  below  ; 


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Though  slight  its  form,  and  low  its  seat, 
And  earthward  bent  its  gentle  eye, 

Nor  apt  the  passing  view  to  greet 

When  loftier  flowers  are  flaunting  nigh. 

W.  C.  BRYANT. 

53.  The  Larch,  so  green  and  beautiful 

Amid  the  sombre  firs. 

N.  P.  WILLIS. 

54.  The  Lotus,  which 

Floats  like  a  queen,  that  grand  and  ancient  flower, 

With  name  that  passing  from  the  charmed  tongue, 

Reminds  us  of  low  melodies  in  sleep, 

So  honey-sweet,  so  musically  soft ; 

That  flower  of  many  honors,  dwelt  upon 

By  old  prophetic  light,  in  time  of  yore  ; 

A  mighty  parable  of  mystic  things, 

All  sacred,  leaf,  and  bud,  and  banded  stalk, 

And  root,  that  struck  into  the  bed  of  Nile. 

H.  ALFORD. 

55.  The  taper  Fir 
With  its  green  spire, 

MRS.  BARBAULD. 

56.  Glazed  Buttercups, 

Out  of  which  the  wild  bee  sips. 

PATMORE —  Geraldine. 

57.  The  monarch  Oak,  which  shades 
With  patriarchal  arms  the  glades. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Convent  Bell. 


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58.  Pansies,  lilies,  king-cups,  daisies, 
Let  them  live  upon  their  praises  ; 

Long  as  there's  a  sun  that  sets, 
Primroses  will  have  their  glory  ; 

Long  as  there  are  violets, 
They  will  have  a  place  in  story  ; 
There's  a  flower  that  shall  be  thine, 
'Tis  the  little  Celandine. 

WORDSWORTH. 

59.  Scented  sprigs  o'  the  dark  green  Fir 
Fresh  from  the  sparkling  mountain  air. 

HORNE. 

60.  The  coxcomb  Crocus,  flower  of  simple  note, 

herald's  coat. 
CHARLES  CHURCHILL. 


Who  to  the  light  struts  out  in  herald's  coat. 


61.  O'er  your  grave  let  the  Cypress  wave 

And  darkly,  greenly  rise,. 
For  its  cone  like  the  spire  of  the  funeral  pyre 

Points  upward  to  the  skies  ; 
And  in  that  tree  a  pledge  you  see, 
That  your  spirit  shall  immortal  be. 

CAROLINE  DE  CRESPIGNY — My  Souvenir. 

62.  For  your  tomb  the  only  wish  you'll  have 

Will  be,  that  the  one  who  raises 
The  turf-sod  o'er  you,  plant  your  grave 
With  Buttercups  and  Daisies. 

ELIZA  COOK. 


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63.  The  brave  old  Oak 
Who  hath  ruled  in  the  green-wood  long, 

Here's  health  and  renown  to  his  broad  green  crown, 

And  his  fifty  arms  so  strong. 
There  is  fear  in  his  frown  when  the  sun  goes  down 

And  the  fire  in  the  west  fades  out, 
And  he  showeth  his  might  on  a  wild  midnight, 

When  storms  through  his  branches  shout. 

H.  F.  CHORLEY. 

64.  Thou  when  the  Rose  has  burst  her  cup, 

Opens  her  heart,  and  freely  throws 
To  thee  her  odors,  offerest  up 

Thanks  to  the  Being  who  made  the  rose ; 
Traced  is  his  name  in  delicate  lines, 

On  flower  and  leaf,  as  they  dress  the  stem  ; 
His  care  is  seen,  and  his  wisdom  guides, 

Even  in  the  thorn  that  is  guarding  them. 

Miss  GOULD. 

65.  The  broad-helm'd  Oak-tree's  endless  growth. 

STERLING. 

66.  Daisies,  those  pearled  Arcturi  of  the  earth. 

SHELLEY. 

67.  The  Wind,  when  first  he  rose  and  went  abroad 
Through  the  vast  region,  felt  himself  at  fault, 
Wanting  a  voice ;  and  suddenly  to  earth 
Descended  with  a  wafture  and  a  swoop, 
Where,  wandering  volatile  from  kind  to  kind, 


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He  wooed  the  several  trees  to  give  him  one. 
First  he  besought  the  Ash  ;  the  voice  she  lent 
Fitfully  with  a  free  and  lashing  change, 
Flung  here  and  there  its  sad  uncertainties  : 
The  Aspen  next  ;  a  fluttered  frivolous  twitter 
Was  her  sole  tribute  :  from  the  Willow  came, 
So  long  as  dainty  Summer  dress'd  her  out, 
A  whispering  sweetness,  but  her  winter  note 
Was  hissing,  dry,  and  reedy  :  lastly  the  Pine 
Did  he  solicit,  and  from  her  he  drew 
A  voice  so  constant,  soft,  and  lowly  deep, 
That  there  he  rested,  welcoming  in  her 
A  mild  memorial  of  the  ocean  cave 
Where  he  was  born. 

—  Edwin  the  Fair. 


68.  You  let  all  flowers  live  freely,  and  all  die 
Whene'er  their  genius  bids  their  soul  depart, 
Among  their  kindred,  in  their  native  place. 
You  never  pluck  the  Rose  ;  the  'Violet's  head 
Hath  shaken  with  your  breath  upon  its  bank 
And  not  reproached  you  ;  the  ever  sacred  cup 
Of  the  pure  Lily  hath  between  your  hands 
Felt  safe,  unsoiled,  nor  lost  one  grain  of  gold. 

LANDOR. 


69.  A  lofty  Sycamore, 

Most  fearful  of  the  woodland,  last  to  trust 
To  the  soft  wooings  of  the  smiling  Spring, 
And  first  to  cast  its  foliage  to  the  ground, 


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Before  the  breath  of  Winter  ;— but  when  high 
The  sun  rides  in  his  summer  majesty, 
Proudly  the  laggard  Sycamore  puts  on 
Its  garniture  of  silvery  green,  and  waves 
Its  crisp  leaves  to  the  zephyrs  with  a  sound 
Like  murmur  of  far  waters. 

TIMROD. 


FAVORITE  BIRD. 

THIS  DEPARTMENT 
Respectfully  Befcfcatett  to 

J.  J.   AUDUBON, 

THE     POET    NATURALIST. 


WHICH  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE  BIRD? 


HE  Bird  of  Paradise  !  What  charac 
ter, 
O  sovereign  Nature !    I  appeal  to 

thee, 

Of  all  thy  feathered  progeny 
Is  so  unearthly,  and  what  shape  so 
fair? 

So  richly  decked  in  variegated  down, 
Green,  sable,  shining  yellow,  shadowy  brown, 
Tints  softly  with  each  other  blended, 
Hues  doubtfully  begun  and  ended, 
Or  intershooting,  and  to  sight 
Lost  and  recovered  as  the  rays  of  light 
Glance  on  the   conscious  plumes  touched  here  and 

there  ? 

WORDSWORTH. 

2.       The  Blackbird  loud  in  bush, 

Whose  yellow  bill  prolongs  the  strain, 
And  lectures  every  grove  again 
Till  evening's  gentle  hush. 


R.  H.  HORNE. 


3.  The  purple  Finch 

That  on  wild  cherry  or  red  cedar  feeds. 

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A  Winter  bird,  who  comes  with  plaintive  whistle 
And  pecks  by  the  witch-hazel. 


LONGFELLOW. 

4.  There's  something  in  the  Bobolink's  song 
Wakes  feeling,  which  has  slumbered  long, 
As  leaving  earth  and  man  behind, 

He  beats  against  the  wind, 
Or  floating  slowly  down  before  it, 
Above  the  grass-hid  nest  he  fluttereth, 
And  the  bridal  love-song  uttereth, 

Raining  showers  of  music  o'er  it. 

JAMES  LOWELL. 

5.  Dearer  the  Redbreasts  note 
That  mourns  the  fading  year  in  every  vale, 
Than  Philomel's,  when  Spring  is  ever  new. 
More  dear  to  thee  the  Redbreast's  sober  suit, 
So  like  a  withered  leaflet,  than  the  glare 

Of  gaudy  wings  that  make  the  Iris  dim. 

GRAHAME. 

6.  A  Summer  bird, 

Heard  in  the  still  night  with  its  passionate  cadence. 

LONGFELLOW. 

7.  The  lone  Whip-poor-will. 
There  is  much  sweetness  in  his  fitful  hymn. 

J.  McLELLAN. 

8.  The  Cushat's  song, 
Its  love-song  in  the  fir. 

PATMORE — TTie  Woodman's  Daughter. 


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9.  The  Humbird  stealing  to  the  flower's  embrace, 
Loveliest  and  least  of  all  the  feathered  race. 
Reclined  in  silken  bells,  concealed  from  view, 
He  feasts  on  perfume,  sips  the  honeyed  dew, 
Then  spreads  the  azure  wing  and  azure  crest, 
And  seems  a  blossom  severed  from  the  rest, — 
And  stolen  by  the  breeze,  which  comes  to  bear 
Some  velvet  trophy  from  a  scene  so  fair. 

CHARLOTTE  ELIZABETH — Osric. 

10.  The  Eagle,  monarch  of  the  rocks, 

So  noble  in  his  lonely  flight, 
Mid  lightning  streams  and  thunder  shocks, 
The  bird  of  freedom,  strength,  and  might. 

ELIZA  COOK. 

11.  The  Cormorant,  which  on  high 

Wheels  from  the  deep,  and  screams  along  the  land ; 
Loud  shrieking  Herns,  and  with  wild  wing 
The  circling  Sea-foiul,  cleaving  flaky  clouds. 

THOMSON—  Winter. 

12.  A  Parrot  of  that  favorite  kind 

Whose  name  is  Nonpareil. 
Though  exiled  from  Australian  bowers, 

And  singleness  her  lot, 
She  trills  her  song  with  tutored  powers 

Or  mocks  each  casual  note. 

WORDSWORTH. 


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13.  When  from  hill 

And  vale  soft  echoes  wake,  to  catch  the  trill 
Of  warbling  Night-Urd. 

MRS.  DANA. 

14.  The  lone  Nightingale, 
Which  answereth  with  her  most  soothing  song 
Out  of  the  ivy  bower. 

SHELLEY. 

15.  Gay  Swallows,  who 
Around  the  borders  of  the  spacious  lawn 
Fly  in  repeated  circles,  rising  o'er 
Hillock  and  fence,  with  motion  serpentine 
Easy  and  light.     One  snatches  from  the  ground 
A  downy  feather,  and  then  upward  springs, 
Followed  by  others,  but  oft  drops  it  soon, 

In  playful  mood,  or  from  too  slight  a  hold, 
When  all  at  once  dart  at  the  falling  prize. 

WILCOX. 

16.  In  mid  air,  the  sportive  Night-hawk,  seen 
Flying  awhile  at  random,  uttering  oft 

A  cheerful  cry,  attended  with  a  shake 
Of  level  pinions,  dark,  but  when  upturned, 
Against  the  brightness  of  the  western  sky, 
One  white  plume  showing  in  the  midst  of  each, 
Then  far  down  diving  with  loud  hollow  sound. 

WILCOX. 

17.  A  Thrush,  with  gladness  musical. 

E.  B.BARRETT—  The  Deserted  Garden, 


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18.  The  earnest  Cuckoo, 
Judging  wisest  to  rejoice, 

Shaking  round  "  Cuckoo,  cuckoo," 
As  if  careless  of  his  voice. 

PATMORE— Sir  Hubert. 

19.  The  Nightingales  the  sweetest  song 

That  ever  rose  hath  heard. 

MITFORD. 

20.  Small  Finches,  singing  sweet, 
When  the  sun  strikes  through  the  bushes 

To  their  crimson  clinging  feet, 

And  their  pretty  eyes  look  sideways,  to  the  Summer 
heavens  complete. 

E.  B.  BARRETT — The  Lost  Bower. 

21.  When  the  Lark  sings  the  white  clouds  among, 
The  lily  looks  up  to  the  heavenly  bird. 

MITFORD. 

22.  The  sound, 

Long  time  unheard,  of  cheerful  Martins  near 
Your  window,  round  their  dwelling  chirping  quick. 

WILCOX. 

23.  The  Turtle  Dove  that  seems  to  mourn,  but  whose 
Low  tone  is  whispered  tenderness. 

C.  OILMAN — Crow-minder  of  the  South. 

24.  When  bright  is  the  sky  and  the  breezes  are  blowing, 

When  earth  in  the  sunshine  is  joyous  and  gay, 


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See,  from  his  nest  how  the  Meadow  Lark  rises  ; 
Hark,  as  triumphant  he  carols  the  lay ! 

MARIA  JAMES. 

25.  That  thou  wert  once  a  woman  we  believe, 

Or  such  rare  music  never  had  been  thine, 
0  Nightingale  !  thou  hadst  much  cause  to  grieve, 

And  vowed  a  vow  at  melody's  sweet  shrine, 
Before  the  echoing  altar,  that  all  night 
Harmonious,  thou  wouldst  watch  and  warble  back  the 
light. 

THOMAS  MILLER. 

26.  Yes,  it  is  he !   the  hermit  bird,  that  apart  from  all 

his  kind, 
Slow  spells  his  beads  monotonous  to  the  soft  western 

wind  ; 
Cuckoo  !  cuckoo !  he  sings  again,  his  notes  are  void 

of  art, 
But  simplest  strains  do  soonest  sound  the  deep  founts 

of  the  heart. 

MOTIIERVTELL. 

27.  The  Blue  Jay,  the  " feathered  harlequin-/' 
Trimming  his  crest,  piping  his  mimic  song. 

C.  GILMAN—  Crow-minder  of  the  South. 

28.  A  merry  welcome  tothee,  Humming  Bird! 
Lover  of  Summer  flowers,  and  sunny  things  ! 

I  hear 
The  music  of  thy  rainbow-colored  wings, 


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Wings  that  flash  sparkles  out  whene'er  they  quiver, 
Like  sudden  sunlight  rushing  o'er  a  river. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

29.  The  Owl, 
That  warder-like  on  yon  gray  tower, 

Feedeth  his  melancholy  soul 

With  visions  of  departed  power ; 
And  o'er  the  ruins  time  hath  sped 
Nods  sadly  with  his  spectral  head. 

MOTHERWELL. 

30.  The  Woodpecker,  who,  busy  Epicure, 

Bores  with  his  beak  the  insect's  barky  home, 
Affrights  them  with  his  feigned  but  startling  cry, 
Then  coolly  riots  with  his  darting  tongue, 
And  taps  at  intervals  the  hollow  tree. 

C.  GILMAN — Crow-minder  of  the  South. 

31.  The  Hawk  in  mid-air  high, 

On  his  broad  pinion  sailing  round  and  round, 
With  not  a  flutter,  or  but  now  and  then, 
As  if  his  trembling  balance  to  regain, 
Uttering  a  single  scream,  but  faintly  heard, 
And  all  again  is  still. 

WILCOX. 

32.  A  Nightingale,  that  perhaps  waking 

At  the  stillness,  shoots  a  throng 
Of  notes  into  the  sunshine  ; 
First  with  care,  then  swift  and  strong ; 


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Then  he  madly  strikes  them  round  him, 
Till  the  bright  air  throbs  with  song, 

And  suddenly  grows  silent 
All  amid  his  ecstacies. 

PATMORE— Sir  Hubert. 

33.  A  blackening  train 

Of  clamorous  Rooks,  urging  their  weary  flight, 
Seeking  the  closing  shelter  of  the  grove. 

THOMSON —  Whiter. 

34.  The  pert,  familiar  Robin,  as  he  flies 

From  spray  to  spray,  showering  diamonds  round, 
Moving  in  rainbow  light  where'er  he  goes. 

MRS.  FOLLEN. 

35.  The  Mocking  Bird, 
Warbling  orchestral  tones  ambitiously 
At  midnight  hour. 

C.  OILMAN — Crow-minder  of  the  Sauth. 

36.  In  russet  coat 

Most  homely,  like  true  genius  bursting  forth 
In  spite  of  adverse  fortune,  a  full  choir 
Within  himself,-  the  merry  Mock-bird,  still 
Filling  the  air  with  melody — while  at  times 
In  the  rapt  fervor  of  his  sweetest  song, 
His  quivering  form  will  spring  into  the  sky 
In  spiral  circles,  as  if  he  would  catch 
New  powers  from  kindred  warblers  in  the  clouds. 

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37.  The  flippant  Blackbird,  which  with  yellow  crown 
Hangs  fluttering  in  the  air,  and  chattering^  thick, 
Till  her  breath  fails ;  when  breaking  off,  she  drops 
On  the  next  tree,  and  on  its  highest  limb, 

Or  some  tall  flag,  there  gently  rocking,  sits, 
Her  strain  repeating. 

WlLCOX. 

38.  Those  under  notes 

Trilled  by  the  Redbreast,  when  autumnal  leaves 
Are  then  upon  the  boughs. 

WORDSWORTH. 

39.  Sivans  on  silver  thrones, 
Floating  down  the  winding  streams, 
With  impassive  eyes  turned  shoreward 

And  a  chant  of  undertones — 
And  the  lotos  leaning  forward 
To  help  them  into  dreams. 

E.  B.  BARRETT— A  Drama  of  Exile. 

40.  The  Robin  with  his  eye  of  jet, 

Who  pipes  from  the  bare  boughs  merrily, 
To  the  primrose  pale  and  the  violet, 
This  is  the  dearest  song  to  thee. 

MITFORD— JRienzi. 

41.  From  the  summit  of  a  craggy  mound, 
The  perching  Eagle,  with  his  lonely  cry, 

Or   when  on  sounding  wings  he  shoots  athwart   the 
sky. 

BEATTIE — Minstrel. 


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42.  The  Ring-dove's  song,  which  breeze-like  comes  and 

goes, 

Now  here,  now  there,  it  seems  to  wander  round. 

THOMAS  MILLER. 

43.  The  Whip-poor -will,  her  name  her  only  song. 

CARLOS  WILCOX. 

44.  The  Robin,  who  to  garden  or  green  yard, 
Close  by  the  door  repairs,  to  build  again 
Within  her  wonted  tree. 

WILCOX. 

45.  Hark !  'tis  the  Thrush,  undaunted,  undeprest, 
By  twilight  premature  of  cloud  and  rain  ; 
Nor  does  the  roaring  wind  deaden  his  strain, 
Who  carols,  thinking  of  his  love  and  nest, 
And  seems,  as  more  incited,  still  more  blest. 

WORDSWORTH. 

46.  Thou  vocal  sprite — thou  feathered  troubadour  ! 

In  pilgrim  weeds  through  many  a  clime  a  ranger, 
Who  comest  to  doff  thy  russet  suit  once  more, 

And  play  in  foppish  trim  the  masking  stranger, 
Philosophers  may  teach  thy  whereabouts  and  nature, 

But  wise  as  all  of  us  perforce  must  think  'em, 
The  school-boy  best  hath  fixed  thy  nomenclature, 

And  poets  too  must  call  thee,  Bob-o-Linkum. 

C.  F.  HOFFMAN. 

47.  Wisdom's  bird,  flapping  her  drowsy  sail. 

I.  WILLIAMS — The  Haptistery. 


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48.  The  Cuckoo,  chanting  but  his  two  sweet  notes, 
So  musical,  so  mellow,  and  so  clear. 

BOWLES — Banvxtt  Hill. 

49.  When  bathed  in  light, 
Chirrups  the  Lark  ; 

Chirrup  !  chirrup  !  he  upward  flies, 
Like  holy  thoughts  to  cloudless  skies. 

MOTHERWELL. 

50.  The  startled  Gull,  upscreaming  to  the  sea. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Rimini. 

51.  The  Raven,  which 

When  Summer  birds  are  gone,  and  no  form  seen 
In  the  void  air,  com'st  living  and  strong, 
On  his  broad  balanced  pennons  through  the  winds. 

R.  H.  DANA. 

52.  More  sweet  to  thee  the  note  of  lonely  bird, 
That  sits  and  sings  to  the  autumnal  eve, 

Than  all  the  bowers  of  Spring,  when  love  doth  heave 
The  stirring  ravishment. 

I.  WILLIAMS — Thoughts  on  Past  Years. 

53.  Hark!  now  with  low  and  fluttering  start 

The  Sky-lark  soars  above, 
And  from  her  full  melodious  heart 

She  pours  her  strain  of  love ; 
And  now  her  quivering  wing  flings  back 
The  golden  light  that  floods  her  track, 

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But  floats  away  on  waveless  wings, 
Then  soars  aloft,  and  soaring  sings. 

Poems  by  Amelia. 

54.  From  cottage  roofs  the  warbling  Bluebird's  song. 

LONGFELLOW. 

55.  Though  seldom  seen, 

The  Cuckoo,  that  in  Summer  haunts  our  groves, 
Still  heard  to  moan,  as  if  at  every  breath 
Panting  aloud. 

WlLCOX. 

56.  From  the  silent  heart  of  a  hollow  Yew 
The  Owl,  sailing  forth  with  a  loud  halloo, 
When  his  large  yellow  eyes  look  bright 
With  wonder  in  the  wan  moonlio-ht. 

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W.  L.  BOWLES. 

01.  Woodland  doves  apart 

In  the  copse's  leafy  heart, 
Solitary  not  ascetic, 
Hidden  and  yet  heard,  they  seem 
Joining  in  a  lovely  psalm, 
Man's  despondence,  nature's  calm, 
Half  mystical,  and  half  pathetic, 
Like  a  sighing  in  a  dream. 

E.  B.  BARRETT— Sounds. 

58.  The  melancholy  Sea-bird  wailing  aloft, 

Now  poised  in  the  mid-air,  now  with  swift  sweeps 
Descending,  and  again  on  balanced  wings 


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Hovering,  or  whirling  dismally  about 
With  short,  importunate  cry. 

H.  ALFORD. 

59.  Who  would  check  the  happy  feeling 

That  inspires  the  Linnet's  song  ? 
Who  would  stop  the  Swallow,  wheeling 
On  her  pinions  swift  and  strong  ? 

WORDSWORTH. 

60.  The  lonely  Snipe, 

O'er  marshy  fields,  high  in  the  dusky  air, 
Invisible,  but  with  faint,  trembling  tones, 
Hovering  or  playing  o'er  the  listener's  head. 

WlLCOX. 


WILLIAM    CULLEN    BRYANT, 

THE    FIRST    TO    ELEVATE 


CLASSICAL  RANK  IN  ENGLISH  LITERATURE. 


FAVORITE  POET. 


Would'st  thou  look  upon  the  lords  of  Song  7 
O'er  the  dark  mirror,  that  immortal  throng 

Shall  waft  a  solemn  gleam ! 
Passing  with  lighted  eyes  and  radiant  brows, 
Under  the  foliage  of  green  laurel  boughs, 

But  silent  as  a  dream. 

HEMANS. 


WHO  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE  POET? 


HAT  need  ray  Shaktpeart  for  his  hon 
ored  bones 

The  labor  of  an  age  in  piled  stones  ? 
Or  that  his  hallowed  relics  should  be 

hid 

Under  a  star-ypointing  pyramid  ? 
Dear  son  of  memory,  great  heir  of  fame, 
What  need'st  thou  such  weak  witness  of  thy  name  ? 
Thou  in  our  wonder  and  astonishment 
Hast  built  thyself  a  live-long  monument. 
And  so  sepulchred,  in  such  pomp  dost  lie, 

That  kings  for  such  a  tomb  would  wish  to  die. 

MILTON. 

2.  Dry  den  ! 
Hark,  his  hands  the  lyre  explore ! 
Bright-eyed  fancy  hovering  o'er, 
Scatters  from  her  pictured  urn 

Thoughts  that  breathe  and  words  that  burn. 

GRAY — The  Bard. 

3.  The  Poet  blind  yet  bold  !* 

The  majesty  which  through  his  work  does  reign, 
*  Milton. 


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Draws  the  devout,  deterring  the  profane. 
At  once  delight  and  horror  on  us  seize, 
He  sings  with  so  much  gravity  and  ease, 
And  above  human  flight  does  soar  aloft 
With  plume  so  strong,  so  equal,  and  so  soft ; 
The  bird  named  from  that  Paradise  he  sings 
So  never  flags  but  keeps  on  soaring  wings. 

ANDREW  MARVEL. 

4.  The  gentle  Spenser,  fancy's  pleasing  son, 
Who  like  a  copious  river,  poured  his  song 
O'er  all  the  mazes  of  enchanted  ground. 

THOMSON — Summer. 

5.  Cowper,  whose  tones  great  Milton  might  approve, 
And  Shakspeare  from  high  fancy's  sphere 

Tuning  to  the  sound  his  ear, 
Bend  down  a  look  of  sympathy  and  love. 

W.  L.  BOWLES. 

6.  Visionary  Coleridge,  who 
Doth  sweep  his  thoughts  as  angels  do 
Their  wings  with  cadence  up  the  Blue. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

7.  Pope  as  harmony  itself  exact, 

In  verse  well  disciplined,  complete,  compact. 

COWPER—  Table  Talk. 

8.  Wordsworth,  who  weaves  in  mystic  rhyme 
Feelings  ineffably  sublime, 

And  sympathies  unknown ; 


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Yet  so  our  yielding  breasts  doth  thrall, 
His  genius  shall  possess  us  all, 

His  thoughts  become  our  own  ; 
Till  strangely  pleased,  we  start  to  find 
Such  hidden  treasures  in  our  mind. 

MONTGOMERY. 

9.  Burns,  the  high  chief  of  Scottish  song  ! 
Who  could  alternately  impart 

Wisdom  and  rapture  in  his  page, 
^And  brand  each  vice  with  satire  strong ; 
Whose  lines  are  mottoes  of  the  heart, 
Whose  truths  electrify  the  sage. 

CAMPBELL. 

10.  Byron,  who  with  untrembling  hand, 
Impetuous  foot  and  fiery  brand, 

Lit  at  the  flames  of  hell, 
Goes  down  to  search  the  human  heart, 
Till  fiends  from  every  corner  start 

Their  crimes  and  plagues  to  tell ! 
Then  lightly  flings  the  torch  away 
And  suns  his  soul  in  heaven's  pure  ray. 

MONTGOMERY. 

11.  Bryant,  whose  songs  are  thoughts  that  bless 

The  heart,  its  teachers,  and  its  joy, 
As  mothers  blend  with  their  caress 
Lessons  of  truth,  and  gentleness, 

And  virtue  for  the  listening  boy. 


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Spring's  lovelier  flowers  for  many  a  day 

Have  blossomed  on  his  ivandering  way, 

Beings  of  beauty  and  decay, 

They  slumber  in  their  silent  tomb ; 

But  those  that  grace  his  own  Green  River, 
And  wreathe  the  lattice  of  his  home, 
Charmed  by  his  song  from  mortal  doom 

Bloom  on  and  will  bloom  on  forever. 

HALLECK. 

12.  Not  only  in  the  sight  of  field  and  stream 
Are  Poets  reared,  but  in  the  swarming  lanes 
Of  cities  doth  the  fiery  essence  find 

Its  growth  and  nurture.     There  your  bard  was  born 
Who  sang  the  glorious  hymn  of  Chamouni.* 
And  when  he  wandered  forth,  and,  face  to  face, 
Stood,  with  majestic  Nature,  his  large  soul 
Took  in  her  presence,  as  the  mountain  lake 
Takes  the  broad  summits  and  the  boundless  heaven, 
Into  its  mirror.     Then  the  flowing  words 
Came  to  his  lips  in  verse  that  shall  not  die. 

BRYANT. 

13.  Dan  Chaucer,  the  first  warbler,  whose  sweet  breath 

Preluded  those  melodious  bursts  that  fill 
The  spacious  times  of  great  Elizabeth, 
With  sounds  that  echo  still. 

TfiNNYSON. 

*  Coleridge. 


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14.  Poet  of  the  charmed  lay, 

Singing  Hope  in  numbers  sweet,* 
Let  a  lowly  minstrel  lay 

One  poor  guerdon  at  thy  feet. 
Thou  hast  struck  a  golden  lyre, 

Thou  hast  touched  a  lofty  theme, 
Scarce  could  happier  words  inspire 

Music  in  an  angel's  dream. 

MRS.  ELLIS. 

15.  Slow  to  create,  fastidious  to  refine, 

Gray  wrought  and  wrought  with  labor  long  and  sore, 
Adjusting  word  by  word,  and  line  by  line 
Each  thought,  each  phrase  remoulding  o'er  and  o'er. 
Till  art  could  polish  and  adorn  no  more. 

J.  MOULTRIE. 

16.  Oh,  mourn  we  for  that  holy  Spirit, 

Sweet  as  the  Spring,  as  ocean  deep  ; 
Hemans,  who  ere  her  Summer  faded 
Sunk  into  a  breathless  sleep. 

WORDSWORTH. 

17.  Marlowe,  Webster,  Fletcher,  Benf — 
Whose  fire-hearts  sowed  our  furrows,  when 
The  world  was  worthy  of  such  men. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

18.  The  muse  of  Keats, 

One  of  the  inmost  dwellers  in  the  core 

*  Campbell.  f  Jonson. 

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Of  the  old  woods,  when  Nymphs  and  Graces  lived, 
Where  they  still  live  to  eyes  like  theirs  divine. 

LEIGH  HUNT. 

19.  My  boat  is  on  the  shore, 

And  my  bark  is  on  the  sea, 
But  before  I  go,  Tom  Moore, 
Here's  a  double  health  to  thee ! 

BYRON. 

20.  Rogers,  whose  Laurel-tree  shows 
Thicker  leaves  and  more  sunny  the  older  it  grows. 

LEIGH  HUNT — Feast  of  the  Poets. 

21.  Scott,  the  minstrel  who  called  forth 
A  new  creation  with  his  magic  line, 
And  like  the  Ariosto  of  the  North 

Sang  ladye-love  and  war,  romance  and  knightly  worth. 

BYRON—  Childe  Harold. 

22.  Thomson!  meek  Nature's  child ! 
Long,  long  his  stone  and  painted  clay 

Shall  melt  the  musing  Briton's  eyes ; 
0  vales,  and  wild-woods,  shall  he  say, 
In  yonder  cave  a  Druid  lies ! 

COLLINS. 

23.  Tennyson's  god- vocal  reverie. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

24.  Sou  they,  who  sings  of  war's  alarms, 
The  pride  of  battle,  din  of  arms, 

The  glory  and  the  guilt, — 


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Of  nations  barbarously  enslaved, 
Of  realms  by  patriot  valor  saved, 

Of  blood  insanely  spilt, 
And  millions  sacrificed  to  fate, 
To  make  one  little  mortal  great. 

MONTGOMERY. 

25.  Shelley — the  dreaming  boy — the  bard  inspired  ; 
Spirit  ethereal — fervid — arrowy — rapt ; 

The  seraph  in  his  looks ;  his  face  the  storm ; 

His  speech  the  chainless  "  utterance  of  the  gods  ;" 

Prometheus  on  his  thunder -blasted  rock; 

A  Peri — wandering — lost — 'twixt  Heaven  and  Hell! 

MRS.  ELLET. 
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26.  Praise  !  for  yet  one  more  name  with  power  endowed, 

To  cheer  and  guide  us,  onward  as  we  press ; 
Yet  one  more  image  on  the  heart  bestowed, 

To  dwell  there,  beautiful  in  holiness  ! 
Thine,  Heber,  thine !  whose  memory  from  the  dead 
Shines  as  the  star  which  to  the  Saviour  led. 

HEMANS. 

27.  Unhappy  White!  while  life  was  in  its  spring, 
And  his  young  muse  just  waved  her  joyous  wing, 
The  spoiler  came,  and  all  his  promise  fair 

Then  sought  the  grave,  to  sleep  forever  there. 
Oh,  what  a  noble  heart  was  here  undone, 
When  Science'  self  destroyed  her  favorite  son ! 

ByRon. 


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28.  Not  forgotten  or  denied 
Scott's  trumpet-lay  of  chivalry  and  pride ! 
Homeric  in  its  rest,  and  in  its  strife, 

With  every  impulse  brimming  o'er  with  life, 
Teeming  with  action  and  the  call  to  arms ; — 
A  robust  dame  his  muse,  with  martial  charms 
To  strive,  when  need  demands  it,  or  to  love ; — 
The  eagle  quite  as  often  as  the  dove ! 

W.  G.  SIMMS. 

29.  Is  there  not  one  who  reads  the  hearts  of  men, 
And  paints  them  strongly  with  unrivalled  pen  ? 
All  their  fierce  passions  in  her  scenes  appear ; 
Terror  she  bids  arise,  bids  fall  the  tear ; 
Looks  in  the  close  recesses  of  the  mind, 

And  gives  the  finished  portrait  to  mankind, 
By  skill  conducted,  and  to  nature  true, — 
Yet  none,  will  call  Joanna  Baillic  Blue  ! 

CRABBE— Posthumous  Works. 

30.  What  though  for  showing  truth  to  flattered  state, 

Leigh  Hunt  was  shut  in  prison,  yet  has  he 
In  his  immortal  spirit  been  as  free, 

As  the  sky-searching  lark,  and  as  elate. 

Think  you  he  nought  but  prison  gyves  did  see, 
Till  so  unwilling,  they  did  turn  the  key  ? 

Ah,  no :  far  happier,  nobler  was  his  fate  ; 

In  Spenser's  halls  he  strayed,  and  bowers  fair, 
Culling  enchanted  flowers,  and  he  flew 

With  daring  Milton,  through  the  fields  of  air ; 


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To  regions  of  his  own  his  genius  true 
Took  happy  flights.     Who  shall  his  fame  impair  ? 

KEATS. 

31.  Poor  proud  Byron 

Forlornly  brave, 
And  quivering  with  the  dart  he  drave. 

Miss  BARRETT. 

32.  Chatterton,  the  marvellous  boy, 

The  sleepless  soul  that  perished  in  his  pride. 

WORDSWORTH. 

33.  Where  sense  with  sound  and  ease  with  weight  com 

bine 
In  the  pure  silver  of  Pope's  ringing  line. 

The  New  Thnon. 

34.  Collins,  ill-starred  name  ! 
Whose  lay's  requital  was,  that  tardy  Fame, 
Who  bound  no  laurel  round  his  living  head, 
Should  hang  it  o'er  his  monument  when  dead. 

SCOTT—  Bridal  of  Triermain. 

35.  Burns,  who  walked  in  glory  and  in  joy, 
Following  his  plough  along  the  mountain  side. 

WORDSWORTH. 

36.  In  front  of  all  comes  Addison.     In  him 
Humor  in  holiday  and  sightly  trim,   • 
Sublimity  and  attic  taste  combined 

To  polish,  furnish,  and  delight  mankind. 

COWPER—  Table  Talk. 


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37.  Johnson,  in  ancient  learning  fitly  trained, 
His  rigid  judgment  fancy's  flight  restrained  ; 
Correctly  pruned  each  wild  luxuriant  thought, 
Marked  out  her  course  nor  spared  a  glorious  fault. 
The  book  of  man  he  read  with  nicest  art, 

And  ransacked  all  the  secrets  of  the  heart ; 
The  coxcomb  felt  a  lash  at  every  word, 
And  fools,  hung  out,  their  brother  fools  deterr'd. 
His  comic  humor  kept  the  world  in  awe, 
And  laughter  frightened  Folly  more  than  law. 

CHURCHILL — The  Rosciad. 

38.  He  spoke  of  Burns  ;  men  rude  and  rough 

Pressed  round  to  hear  the  praise  of  one 
Whose  heart  was  made  of  manly,  simple  stuff, 
As  homespun  as  their  own. 

JAMES  R.  LOWELL. 

39.  Thomson's  chaste  muse  employed  her  heaven-taught 

lyre, 

None  but  the  noblest  passions  to  inspire ; 
Not  one  immoral,  one  corrupted  thought, 
One  line  which,  dying,  he  would  wish  to  blot. 

LYTTELTON — Prologue  to  Coriola.nus. 

40.  JElliott,  strong  poet  of  the  wedlock  wild 
Of  flame  and  iron  ;  sturdy,  rugged,  bold, 
Portentous  "  Titan  of  the  age  of  tools !" 

MRS.  ELLET. 


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41.  Coleridge, 
The  rapt  one  of  the  godlike  forehead, 
The  heaven-eyed  creature  ! 

WORDSWORTH. 

42.  Shakspeare  is  not  our  poet,  but  the  world's, 
Therefore  on  him  no  speech,  and  short  for  thee, 
Browning  !     Since  Chaucer  was  alive  and  hale, 
No  man  hath  walked  along  our  road  with  step 
So  active,  so  inquiring  eye,  or  tongue 

So  varied  in  discourse. 

LANDOR. 

43.  He  whose  soul,  like  angel-harps  combining, 
Anthem'd  the  solemn  "  Voices  of  the  Night  !"* 

T.  B.  READ—  The  Bards. 

*  Longfellow. 


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